Quotes About Time

Cuántos años pueden algunas personas vivir, antes de que se les permita ser libres?»

Cuánto tiempo necesitáis antes de que acabéis admitiendo que el comunismo es un fracaso?

How glibly he and Maud had said, back in August 1914, that they would be reunited by Christmas! It was now more than two years since he had looked at her lovely face. And it was probably going to take Germany another two years to win the war.

Los buenos tiempos se van para no volver nunca más.

There was a monastery on the far side of the town. The monks had a way of measuring the hours of the night: they made big, graduated candles that told the time as they burned down. One hour before dawn they would ring the bell, then get up to chant their service of Matins.

I'm only thirty-seven, he thought; is this when old age begins?

People were born and died, cities could rise and fall, wars began and ended, but Kingsbridge Cathedral would last until the Day of Judgement.

into the Moscow earth, perhaps fifty years from now? 'Call no man happy until he is dead,' said the playwright Aeschylus: Dimka had heard that quote at university and always remembered it. Youthful promise could be blighted by later tragedy; suffering was often rewarded by wisdom.

Looking in the full-length mirror, she thought, I've got everything I had twenty years ago—it's all just three inches lower.

In year three, he became two years old, and so on. So this year, nine hundred and ninety-seven, he becomes nine hundred and ninety-six.

Early July 997

Los años parecen pasar con más rapidez a medida que te vas haciendo mayor.

Capt. Jenkins & Lieut. Ramsey—20:05

Se preguntó cuánto tiempo más tardaría en sobreponerse.

Coming to Glastonbury was like visiting the grave of his youth.

Time's glory is to calm contending kings To unmask falsehood and bring truth to light To stamp the seal of time in aged things To wake the morn and sentinel the night To wrong the wronger till he render right To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours And smear with dust their glittering golden towers

Eran las cinco de la madrugada del jueves 8 de noviembre. La Revolución rusa había vencido.

con las manos metidas en los bolsillos; tenía un enorme reloj de oro cuya cadena asomaba por el ancho bolsillo de su chaleco.

Nada es perdurable, salvo el cambio.

vieron cómo, hora tras hora, el mundo se iba acercando cada vez más al borde del desastre.

Ethel kissed as if she had one minute left to live.

Thursday, June 17, 997

If this glorious birth to death hassle is the only hassle we are ever to have ..if our grand exhilarating fight of life is such a tragically short little scrap anyway,compared to the eons of rounds before and after-then why should one want to relinquish even a few precious seconds of it?

Then—as he was talking—a set of tail-lights going past lit up McMurphy's face, and the windshield reflected an expression that was allowed only because he figured it'd be too dark for anybody in the car to see, dreadfully tired and strained and frantic, like there wasn't enough time left for something he had to do...