Quotes About Time

O love, if I regret the age when one savors you, it is not for the hour of pleasure, but for the one that follows it.

One loses all the time which he might employ to better purpose.

Our affections as well as our bodies are in perpetual flux.

The training of children is a profession, where we must know how to waste time in order to save it

What is your greatest ambition in life?' 'To become immortal... and then die.

Le cinéma, c'est vingt-quatre fois la vérité par seconde.

To be immortal and then die.

Mais l'amour ce n'est pas cela, c'est une foudre à combustion lente, un éclair qui se déploie au ralenti dans le ciel plombé de la solitude et qui met des semaines, parfois des années à répandre sa lumière sur la conscience, laquelle devra attendre encore longtemps avant d'être secouée par les roulements terribles du tonnerre.

twelve years and eight months

History is just the present in retrospect. Times change but people do not.

Aging gracefully is supposed to mean trying not to hide time passing and just looking a wreck. Don't worry girls, look like a wreck, that's the way it goes.

To me age is a number, just a number. Who cares?

If you're extremely, painfully frightened of age, it shows.

I've never worried about age.

Age doesn't protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

One thing I've learned, Father--that in this life it's best to keep the then and the now and the what's-to-be as close together in your thoughts as you can. It's when you let gaps creep in, when you separate out the intervals and dwell on them, that you can't bear the sorrow.

in this life it's best to keep the then and the now and the what's-to-be as close together in your thoughts as you can. It's when you let gaps creep in, when you separate out the intervals and dwell on them, that you can't bear the sorrow.

Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.

One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.

Do you think that I count the days? There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.

There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.

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

I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.