Quotes About Time

Fruits fail and love dies and time ranges; Thou art fed with perpetual breath, and alive after infinite changes, And fresh from the kisses of death, Of langours rekindled and rallied, Of barren delights and unclean, Things monstrous and fruitless, a pallid And poisonous queen.

I have to have time to think. Why does time run on while a man thinks?

When you play the past over and over in your head, you can begin to see things in it that you missed when you were living it. You come to realize that there were moments when one word said differently, or one thing done at just the right time, would have changed everything.

It's no longer Colonel Norwood's time. The dead must not rise – they undermine everything their dying created. Resurrecting Norwood is an attempt to cancel history. I can't allow that, any more than any other human being would. And so all of this is a challenge to me. I was concerned that it might be a deliberate trap.

People in this world are like travelers whose journey is going on though they are asleep. ( Life's journey is going on though men may not feel it ).

One, who adopts patience, will never be deprived of success though it may take a long time to reach him.

Take warning! He has not exposed so many of your sinful activities that it appears as if He has forgiven you (it may be that He has given you time to repent).

When you have to depart from this world and have to meet death (eventually), then why wish delay? (i.e., why feel nervous about death?)

We all know our dates of birth but . . . every year there is another date that we pass over without knowing what it is but it is just as important it is the other date the death date.

Time travel is real, Daniel said. We do it all the time. Moment to moment, minute to minute.

There was once, and there was only once; once was all there was.

You never stop being yourself on the inside, whatever age people think you are by looking at you from the outside.

Or perhaps it is just that George has spent proper time looking at this one painting and that every single experience of looking at something would be this good if she devoted time to everything she looked at.

Somehow this wasn't the same as melancholy. It was something else, about how melancholy and nostalgia weren't relevant in the slightest. Things just happened. Then they were over. Time just passed. Partly it felt unpleasant, to think like that, rude even. Partly it felt good. It was kind of a relief.

Time is just 'one damn thing after another ', Margaret Atwood says. That sounds like conventional narrative plot. And at the end of our allotted time, we'll end up in one of those, a conventional plot I mean, unless we stipulate otherwise in our wills.

Things can change over time, what looks fixed and pinned and closed in a life can change and open, and what's unthinkable and impossible at one time will easily be possible in another.

All short stories long.

If I am destined to be happy with you here Ã¢â'¬â€œ how short is the longest Life. John Keats

In her dream, she slapped the past in its face.

I don't know that I believe in gods enough to ask of them. But if they exist and I might be so bold as to say, excuse me, if you're there can you please make that sunlit summer day longer and these dark days shorter

Whatever age you are, he says. You still die young.

She was living in a time when historically it was permissible to smile like that above the face of someone who had died a violent death.

His little sister is brilliant. She is at her desk deep in a book, half-opened books all over her desk, all over the floor and the bed. She likes to read, she reads all the time, and she prefers to be reading several things at once, she says it gives endless perspective and dimension.

This story is true and happened once in the future long ago.