Quotes About Time

And so we stood together like that, at the top of that field, for what seemed like ages, not saying anything, just holding each other, while the wind kept blowing and blowing at us, tugging our clothes, and for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us being swept away into the night.

the slow tread of an old couple's love for each other, and understand how black shadows make part of its whole.

an infinite number of further opportunities in which to remedy the effect of this or that misunderstanding. There was surely nothing to indicate at the time that such evidently small incidents would render whole dreams forever irredeemable.

But Axl, we can't even remember those days. Or any of the years between. We don't remember our fierce quarrels or the small moments we enjoyed and treasured. We don't remember our son or why he's away from us.

A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki The Overstory by Richard Powers The Farm by Joanne Ramos The Ministry for the Future by Kim Stanley Robinson Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

In the meantime, my father's condition had grown neither better nor worse. As I understood, he was asleep for much of the time, and indeed, I found him so on the few occasions I had a spare moment to ascend to that little attic room. I did not then have a chance actually to converse with him until that second evening after the return of his illness.

I have come here to relate something to you, Father.' 'Then relate it briefly and concisely. I haven't all morning to listen to you chatter.

I remind myself that I was lucky to have any time with him at all. What I'm not sure about, is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we've lived through, or feel we've had enough time.

People who love one another are brought together, even after many years.

When my own time comes, will I too long for the sea? I think I will be content enough with the soil. And I will not demand the exact spot, but let it be within this country Horace and I have spent the years roaming contentedly.

I'm proud of you. A good son. I hope I've been a good father to you. I suppose I haven't.' 'I'm afraid we're extremely busy now, but we can talk again in the morning.

Pero Dios sabrá valorar el lento discurrir del amor que una pareja de anciones siente el uno por el otro, y comprender que las negras sombras forman parte de su totalidad

Why would anyone want to turn back time? There is no meaning in regret, no point in thinking about thing I could have done. Because there is no guarantee that any decision is the right one.

Regret is just a waste of time for fools.

It was awful. It was, like, walk out to the woods, Change, stand there until enough time passed, Change back. It was about as much fun as taking a shit. Nice analogy.

Antonio- Just in time, Pete. Five more minutes of reading this and she'd have been in a coma. Peter- Are we such bad company that you'd rather hide out in here reading that old thing?

I'm just saying it's not time for that either. We need to focus and having Maya moon over Rafe is making everyone uncomfortable. Rafe grinned. Doesn't bother me.

At the time, it seemed to me that Jeremy was spending a lot of time with a piece of plastic pressed against his ear, talking to himself. Which was fine by me. We all have our eccentricities. Jeremy liked talking to plastic; I liked hunting and eating the rats that ventured into the motel room. Or, at least I did like hunting and eating the rats, until Jeremy caught me and promptly kiboshed that hobby. Some of us are less tolerant of eccentricities than others.

It's so easy to screw up. To make a choice that seems right. Then time passes and you look back and you say, 'How the hell did I do that?' Attitudes change. Insights change. Eventually things you were so damned sure were right become...incomprehensible.

I don't care if I get one at all. Just as long as I keep getting anniversaries.

Night was her time. The Keeper. Bond-mate of the cat. Protector of the night. Daughter of the moon.

Clearly it was time to consider rescheduling that optometrist appointment I'd missed last fall.

Demon possession strains the boundaries of credulity, given the sheer number of times it seems to happen. One would really hope demons had better things to do with their time.

My life is a train rushing past, and I am just standing there, acting as if I have no choice but to watch and grieve its passing.