Quotes About Time

Frank, saying, Who cares what happens before we're born and after we die? The question is, what do we do in the meantime?

Oh just wait. It takes a lot of time, that's all...You'll have come to a certain kind of appreciation that moves beyond all the definitions of love you've ever had. A certain richness happens only later in life. I guess its' a kind of mellowing. p 80 talking about marriage and husbands

I decided in high school that I wasn't going to get married too soon. I'd forgotten that you can also wait too long, and then the only candies left in the box are the squished ones, rejected for their questionable insides. And if I'm honest, I'd have to count myself among those with questionable insides.

I am so often struck by what we do not do, all of us. And I am also, now, so acutely aware of the quick passage of time, the way that we come suddenly to our own separate closures. It is as though a thing says, I told you. But you thought I was just kidding.

I think people see death as the hunter, but it's just the ticket taker, the timekeeper. It's the sound of a record playing in the background.

Never think winter will last when spring is equally inevitable.

For everything there truly is a season; if his life's work has not taught him that, it has taught him nothing. The birth of spring, the fullness of summer, the push of glory in the fall, the quiet of winter.

Books don't take time away from us," she said. "They give it back. In this age of abstraction, of multitasking, of speed for speed's sake, they reintroduce us to the elegance—and the relief!—of real, tick-tock time.

It feels strange to see him; it's been a while. I feel as though I need to meet him all over again.

Silence, and then, How old are you? Maddy asks, and Arthur tells her eighty-five. Then he asks her how old she is. Eighteen, she says. Almost. Eighteen. The word is a poem.

What does anyone say to anybody who used to be so important in her life, whom she's not seen in such a long time? It seems to me that in situations like this, we're all wondering the same thing: I'm still me; are you still you? A

Now it is a war of days: on

every so often, just to keep

You know your parents are going to die, but they are going to die later. They are going to die sometime. But that time will not come until you no longer need them. While you still need them, or might need them, they will have the good taste and

CONTENTS COVER PAGE TITLE PAGE DEDICATION APRIL 1943 VALENTINE'S DAY, 1946 SEPTEMBER 2006 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS ABOUT THE AUTHOR ALSO

I think it was Robert Frost who said that everything he had learned about life could be summed up in three words: it goes on

My way of looking at it is, who cares what happens before we're born and after we die? The question that has become increasingly important to me is, what do we do in the meantime?

This is what happens. You live past your time of importance and relevance and the world must be given over to the younger ones.

can never get enough time in here.

YOU HAD TO SEIZE THE MOMENT, ACT ON A GOOD IMPULSE BEFORE EVERYTHING JUST DISAPPEARED.

I think people see death as the hunter, but it's just the ticket taker, the timekeeper. It's the sound of a record playing in the background.

You couldn't keep up with life. It was like fabric running through a sewing machine, everything slipping through your fingers and moving away from you.

all of our lives, we long to know what our future will be. It is a mercy we do not know.

welcome antidote to the speed of modern life. By their very nature, letters allow for more consideration of the words and thoughts that someone is offering you, in part because they prevent interruption.