Quotes About Time

Long years must pass before the truths we have made for ourselves become our very flesh.

What have you done, you thereWeeping without cease,Tell me, yes you, what have you doneWith all your youth?

Chanson d'automne Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'automne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Tout suffocant Et blême, quand Sonne l'heure, Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleure ; Et je m'en vais Au vent mauvais Qui m'emporte Deçà, delà, Pareil à la Feuille morte.

L'Heure Exquise La lune blanche Luit dans les bois ; De chaque branche Part une voix Sous la ramée... Ô bien-aimée. L'étang reflète, Profond miroir, La silhouette Du saule noir Où le vent pleure... Rêvons, c'est l'heure. Un vaste et tendre Apaisement Semble descendre Du firmament Que l'astre irise... C'est l'heure exquise.

Ce fut le temps sous de clairs ciels, (Vous en souvenez-vous, Madame?) De baisers superficiels Et des sentiments à fleur d'âme. It was a time of cloudless skies, (My lady, do you recall?) Of kisses that brushed the surface And feelings that shook the soul.

Autumn Song" translated by Arthur Symons When a sighing begins In the violins Of the autumn-song, My heart is drowned In the slow sound Languorous and long Pale as with pain, Breath fails me when The hours toll deep. My thoughts recover The days that are over, And I weep. And I go Where the winds know, Broken and brief, To and fro, As the winds blow A dead leaf.

Ceux qui s'aiment ne se sentent ni ne se voient vieillir ; les vifs plaisirs qui étaient les leurs autrefois sont devenus des souvenirs dont ils sont heureux et fiers ; l'entente avec un être de l'autre sexe, sans la moindre réticence, sans une seule querelle en deux décennies, est à tout âge une félicité.

Pourquoi travailler ? Parce qu'on n'éprouve plus, tant qu'on travaille, le sentiment, toujours tapi à l'arrière-plan de la conscience, qu'on mourra tôt ou tard ; et, dans mon cas, qu'on mourra bientôt.

C'était un vrai latiniste, puisqu'il était aussi helléniste et que la culture romaine est un rejeton de la culture grecque, cette culture « mondiale » du temps.

It is the belief that extremes and excesses of inequality must be reduced so that each person is free to fully develop his or her full potential. This is why we take precious time out of our lives and give it to politics.

Right now, it hasn't affected my music other than the fact that I don't have time to write any of it. That's no different from when I first started and I lived at home. I would play the guitar in the afternoon and then my mom or my dad would come home and I'd have to quit.

I didn't wake up one morning and not be in the Replacements. We're all that forever, and I've just grown older. I mean, I haven't lost anything. I've gained a few things.

To start with, a person is considered 'cured of cancer' if they don't die within five years of diagnosis.

Early people are anxious, on-time people are obsessive compulsive, and late people are hostile, or passively-aggressively hostile.

You'll be all right tomorrow. Watch what a difference a day makes

Celebrating the times of your life, and the life in your times. from IT AIN'T ALL ABOUT THE COOKIN

There was no way to grasp the reality of the present which slid away each second, invisible as air; reality only existed after the fact, in one's vision of the past.

can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life?

It was our favorite part of the day, this in-between time, and it always seemed to last longer than it should--a magic and lavender space unpinned from the hours around it, between worlds.

He and I had already had our time, and though it was still very close and real to me, as beautiful and poignant as any place on a map, it was, in truth, another time—another country.

Maybe happiness was an hourglass already running out, the grains tipping, sifting past each other. Maybe it was a state of mind.

There are things we find only at our lowest depths. The idea of wings and then wings themselves. An ocean worth crossing one dark mile at a time. The whole of the sky.

I hope we'll get lucky enough to grow old together. You can see them on the street, those couples who've been married so long you can't tell them apart.

I can't see how I'll make it a year this way," he said. "It seems impossible, I know. But when we're old and doddering, this year will seem like a blink.