Quotes About Time

Okay, he thinks, perhaps it's time for everybody to move on; nothing lasts forever, it's part of the physics of friendships, alliances, whatever it might be they perpetrated for a while among themselves.

But men are such strange creatures, really. I think most of them would rather we weren't around at all, so they could just spend time mooning over each other. Hero worship and all that stuff.

What's missing is leadership in the White House. And the story that Barack Obama does tell, forever shifting blame to the last administration, is getting old. The man assumed office almost four years ago - isn't it about time he assumed responsibility?

The past is a ghost that haunts us. Ghosts must be banished.

Yes," Borkas said. "Things changed after you lost Murra. When was that, four years ago now?" Mors nodded. She hadn't heard anyone else say her wife's name in a long time.

The clock is impotent; mechanical time does not affect those living in an eternal present.

Twelve hours of work and I still can't sleep.Days go on and on... They don't end.

You seem to like everybody. It's unnatural. It's also unfortunate. You're going to waste so much time before you've worked out who the people are it's worth your while to know.

The calendar was a mathematical progression with arbitrary surprises.

Travellers understand, instinctively and by experience, that travel and adventure change and elongate time, even while navigating the deadlines of airline and train departures.

People ask how I feel about getting old. I tell them I have the same question. I'm learning as I go.

You can't outrun the history train

The chief enemy of creativity at work is not time. It is fear.

Tonight Must Last Us Forever

Everything passes. Joy. Pain. The moment of triumph; the sigh of despair. Nothing lasts forever - not even this.

There's always a way if you're not in a hurry.

I added that it was no fun to grow old, but that the compensation for it was that time turned your mental shit-detector into a highly calibrated instrument.

You are in love with intelligence, until it frightens you. For your ideas are terrifying and your hearts are faint. Your acts of pity and cruelty are absurd, committed with no calm, as if they were irresistible. Finally, you fear blood more and more. Blood and time.

We see now that the abyss of history is deep enough to hold us all.

You have made yourself an island of time, you are a time that has become detached from that vast Time in which your indefinite duration has the subsistence and eternity of a smoke-ring.

Ces jours qui te semblent vides Et perdus pour l'univers Ont des racines avides Qui travaillent les déserts

Les livres ont les mêmes ennemis que l'homme : le feu, l'humide, les bêtes, le temps, et leur propre contenu.

Ne hâte pas cet acte tendre, Douceur d'être et de n'être pas, Car j'ai vécu de vous attendre, Et mon coeur n'était que vos pas.

It is almost as if the decline of the idea of eternity coincided with the increasing aversion to sustained effort.