Quotes About Time

Hay preguntas que pueden acabar contigo si la respuesta se te niega el suficiente tiempo.

Control said nothing, had said nothing for quite some time, as if he didn't trust words anymore. Or had begun to cherish the answers silence gave him.

You don't know what to say. You won't know what to say for a long time. Your reply was so many years ago.

The face that stares back at you from the mirror later in life is so different than when you're young. There's a winnowing away and a shutting down. A sense of something having been taken from you and you don't know exactly what it is, just that it isn't there anymore.

I am sure of the here and now, this moment, and the next. I am sure of my past." That was ghost bird's castle keep, and it was inviolate.

But when you've lived in a place this long, no walk can occur solely in the present. Every street, every building, appears to you encrusted with memories, with perspectives that betray your age, your cynicism, your sentimentality, or your lack of feeling where you should feel something.

La distinción entre pasado, presente y futuro es sólo una ilusión.

There will be consequences for this, he thought. You can't alter time and not be affected. But whatever the consequences are, I will bear them, because the alternative is too terrible. -Artemis Fowl, The Lost Colony

If you are in a state of intense presence you are free of thought, yet highly alert. If your conscious attention sinks below a certain level, thought rushes in, the mental noise returns, stillness is lost, you're back in time.

To love, we need to be sensitive to those around us, which is impossible if we are racing through life engrossed in all the things we need to do before sunset. In fact, I would go to the extent of saying that a person who is always late will find it difficult to love; he will be in too much of a hurry.

We are forced to make choices and set priorities, but being very conscientious, HSPs often put themselves last. Or at least we give ourselves no more time off or opportunity to learn new skills than anyone else. In fact, however, we need more.

The material world constrain us, often with gret beneficence, to see each person and thing in its time and place, its historical context. But mental life doesn't so constrain us. It is porous, open to air and light, swings forward while swaying back, scatters its stripes in all directions, and delights to find itself beached beside something invented only that morning or instead standing beside an altar from three millennia ago.

It's a bother, of course, when folks do want you all the time, isn't it?—'cause you can't have yourself when you want yourself, lots of times. Still, you can be kind of glad for that, for it IS nice to be wanted, isn't it?

Ela, que levara cinquenta tristes anos de vida a desejar o que não podia ter, não tivera tempo de apreciar as próprias qualidades.

Horas non numero nisi serenas,' 'I count - no - hours but - unclouded ones

reckon the time to take frosting and good times is while they are going;

La desdicha, como el dolor físico, iguala los minutos. Los días se convierten en el mismo día, los actos en el mismo acto y las personas en un sólo personaje inútil.

En aquel entonces también las palabras me parecieron de piedra, solo que de piedra fluida y cristalina. La piedra se solidificaba al terminar cada palabra, para quedar escrita para siempre en el tiempo. ¿No eran así las palabras de tus mayores?

Porque hubo un tiempo en el que yo también estuve en un valle verde y luminoso, fácil a la mano.

esto pasa desde que yo tengo memoria.

En todas las ciudades hay relojes que marcan el tiempo, se debe estar gastando a pasitos. Cuando ya no quede sino una capa transparente, llegará él y las dos rayas dibujadas se volverán una sola y yo habitaré la alcoba más preciosa de su pecho

En ese tiempo, un lunes era todos los lunes, las palabras se volvían mágicas, las gentes se desdoblaban en personajes incorpóreos y los paisajes se transmutaban en colores.

Cuando pensaba en el porvenir, una avalancha de días, apretujados los unos contra los otros, se le venía encima y se venía encima de su casa y de sus hijos. Para él, los días no contaban de la misma manera que contaban para los demás.

El calendario también lo encarcelaba en un tiempo anecdótico y lo privaba del otro tiempo que vivía dentro de él.