Quotes About Time

They spent their time doing nothing... they let intimacy fuse them.

Med mindre Frøkenen har oppfunnet en tirsdag som faller på en mandag, kan jeg ikke hjelpe henne.

Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards." Kierkegaard said that, and Naomi had always admired the eerie perfection of this simple insight.

I'll tell you," says Oliver, "when I know you better.

I don't think I was young even when I actually was young, and that wasn't yesterday.

he explains that tragedy's most cruel lesson is not that human beings are flawed, or that fate can be unkind, but that no one can ever slip the bonds of time. Outside

The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we have to say: The oldest hath borne most; we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.'" Then

We endured. Hour after hour we endured, while inside us life's scream ran on, unstoppable. When the stars began imperceptibly to fade, we were still there, still breathing, and our father was still dead beside us, his face both sharp and slumped.

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Maybe it's true that the people who live through the times that become history's pivotal points are those least likely to understand them.

I been good. Real good. Gettin' old, but nuttin' I can do about it. If I wake up in the morning and see the sky, I know it's gonna be a good day.

A man can work from sun to sun, But a woman's work is never done.

You weren't being punished. You were waiting for me.

Many teens communicate with their friends electronically far more than they do face-to-face, with as-yet-unknown consequences for their budding social skills. We already know that depression and anxiety have risen at an unprecedented rate and that twice as many young teens commit suicide as just a few years ago. It seems abundantly clear that screen time needs to be cut.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.

Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.

Age does not matter if the matter does not age.

As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.

What makes old age so sad is not that our joys but our hopes cease.

Cares are often more difficult to throw off than sorrows; the latter die with time, the former grow.

What way should Victor take in the labyrinth of beauty?— All the sixty-four radii of the compass stretched themselves out as so many fingerposts, and he had sense enough not to propose to himself any particular hour of arriving.

But on the first day came veiled spirits from all hours into his soul... a soft intoxication, which the atmosphere of nature, like that of a wine-store, communicated to him, spread itself, like an enchanted solitude around his soul.

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.