Quotes About Time

You have two years to make a record and do what you like to it; then, you have 10 minutes to do an interview that could mess it all up. It's the Crispian Mills Syndrome.

If a Chancellor is trying to push something through, he must be a man of power. And if he's smart, he knows when the time is ripe. In one case - the euro - I was like a dictator... The euro is a synonym for Europe.

In our house, dinner is synonymous with family time. Recently, it has felt like the best chance for all of us to really connect - something that I find myself wanting more of as my kids are getting older.

There are some cities that I did take time out to study, 'cause I love history and one of them was Boston, and of course Rome and all of those places like that. But, in Syracuse or Rochester, or any of those places, no.

It's possible to gather light that's older than our solar system.

Real food, Pollan points out, is not fast. Like all good things, it takes time: one way or another, it grows, and the closer we are to that process, the healthier and happier we're likely to be.

Mom. She always says to look at the big picture. How all of the little things don't matter in the long run. . . I know that Mom is right about the big picture. But Dad is right too: Life is really just a bunch of nows, one after the other. The dots matter.

I think that when you don't know, you should just wait until you do.

Life was a too-tall stack of books that had started to lean to one side, and each new day was another book on top.

Life is really just a bunch of nows, one after the other.

We have lunch at ten-forty-five," Colin said. A stupidly early lunch. At our school, the older you get, the stupider your lunch period.

He nodded like he felt sorry for me and my stupid brain. 'I think that's probably because of your common sense. You can't accept the idea of arriving before you leave, the idea that every moment is happening at the same time, that it's us who are moving—' Enough was enough.

How did you get to be ten years old?" "One day at a time.

Life was anything but fast, in your opinion. If it went any more slowly, time would probably start to run backward.

It's weird, because I know Mom is right about the big picture. But Dad is right too: Life is really just a bunch of nows, one after the other. The dots matter.

But who has time to write memoirs? I'm still living my memoirs.

It isn't only living people who die, it is great stretches of living, which can die even when the people who lived there still exist.

It is hard to create community when the sheer number of options generate a system in which no one is in the same place at the same time.

To a father, when a child dies, the future dies to a child when a parent dies, the past dies.

Eric Forman: Good morning! What's for breakfast? Red Forman: Good morning? It's 1:30 in the afternoon! Where have you been? Eric Forman: Well, I've spent all morning in bed. Reading. I thought 'Why get out of bed when you can read about people who did?' Red Forman: You're about to read a book that my foot wrote. It's called on the road to in your ass.

If you're not yelling at your kids, you're not spending enough time with them.

WHEN YOU SEE HOW MUCH TIME YOU HAVE LEFT, YOU TEND TO DO MORE WITH THE TIME YOU HAVE NOW.

When are you coming back? When I'm done being gone.

More time, Molly. That's all I'm asking. I want to do right by you." His dark eyes traveled to her lips. "It'll be worth the wait. I promise." And he left her alone before the empty altar. Molly