Quotes About Time

Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away. Where, for instance, were his brothers now? He did not know; he could not say. Madam

THE DAYS PASSED. THE SUN ROSE and set and rose and set again and again. Sometimes the

It is important that you say what you mean to say. Time is too short. You must speak words that matter.

How long are you supposed to wait? That was another question that Raymie wished she had asked Mrs. Borkowski. How long should you wait, and when should you stop waiting?

No one can fall in love at first sight. Love is built over years, not snapped into existence like a flame that can be as easily extinguished.

Like fire, the passage of time devoured all things, even a man's life, until it was utterly consumed.

But in life, every moment can be said to be critical; all is revealed and concealed, created, maintained, and destroyed in the great dance of time.

And there's always a better time than right now and there always will be. But right now is what we've got.

Aren't we all just flies crawling across the giant tablecloth of fate?

My self and my other selves, both past and yet to come, were equally present.

once the mind has known and wrestled with happiness, it has secured as good a shield as may be found against the loneliness of time—

There were always too many hours in the day and never enough in the night.

So here is what actually happened, what happens still: the scene on its parallel track to now, to me: linear and constant, never passing into the past, never speeding into the future.

Do you think we are truly ever old?" she says. "I mean, inside ourselves, old? Ready to be old?

The point is," Sid Morris says. "This. Now. Paint on your brush, wind at your back, my crappy studio. This is the only certainty. Here: your sensations; your body existing for its moment in time. Everything else is crap.

The past is never where you think you left it.

The past is never where you think you left it: you are not the same person you were yesterday—oh

There are parts of Texas where a fly lives ten thousand years and a man can't die soon enough. Time gets strange there from too much sky, too many miles from crack to crease in the flat surface of the land.

The old man is spread out on the worm buffet and

There are days that walk through me and I cannot hold them.

It seemed to Gilly that everything in this world that you can't stand to wait one extra minute for is always late.

Everything comes in useful once in a hundred years.

The very persons who have taken away my time and space are those who have given me something to say.

He had promised Leslie that after Christmas he would stay home and fix up the house and plant his garden and listen to music and read books out loud and write only in his spare time.