Quotes About Time

Who wants to live with one foot in hell just for the sake of nostalgia? Our time is forever now!

Knowing that our happiness Might never come again; I, not forgetting, "Till death us do part," Was outrageously happy With death in my heart. Lovers in peacetime With fifty years to live, Have time to tease and quarrel And question what to give; But lovers in wartime Better understand The fullness of living, With death close at hand.

Everyone who'd lost something of crucial importance wished he or she could go back to the moment when it was still theirs. The wish was so powerful it seemed it might reverse the direction of time. It bore apparitions and ghosts.

The days beaded a smooth chain of fine feeling.

There was nothing to replace an old friend who knew everything, who'd spent enough time in the childhood home to know the atmosphere and how emotions and silences transpired—to know how the other had really grown up.

There was nothing to replace an old friend who knew everything, who'd spent enough time in the childhood home to know the atmosphere and how emotions and silences transpired—to know how the other had really grown up. Polly felt the power of this truth as she sat in this room that she knew before she had language, with this person with whom she was a friend before friendship even began.

While you're alive there's no time for minor amazements.

Six a.m.!" Xander cried. "I know that's a number on my clock, but I've never actually been awake to personally witness it!

I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

It is so comic to hear oneself called old, even at ninety I suppose!

The fact is, I have been dead so long and it has been simply such a grim shoving of the hours behind me…since the hideous summer of '78, when I went down to the deep sea, its dark waters closed over me and I knew neither hope nor peace.

With that solitude came the greatest luxuries: the time to read, the opportunity to wander, and the chance to think new thoughts.

The day and time itself: late afternoon in early February, was there a moment of the year better suited for despair?

It was not the future they'd been objecting to, but the loss of the past. As if it was his fault that you could now have one without the other

Isn't it funny how we all die at the same time? Always at the end of our lives. Why worry?

It might have been the first time in my life I understood what an easy bond it was, to share a neighborhood as we had done, to share a time past.

We are at the mercy of time, and for all the ways we are remembered, a sea of things will be lost. But how much is contained in what lingers!

It was as if he stopped time for them two weeks out of every year, cut them off from both the past and the future so that they had only this present in a brand-new place, this present in which her children sought the sight and the scent of her: a wonderful thing, when you noticed it. When the past and the future grew still enough to let you notice it. He did that for her. This man she'd married.

The clock is running. Make the most of today. Time waits for no man. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present.

Its inscription, "Time waits for No Man," is an old punning device on the word gnomon. At

I can't play bridge. I don't play tennis. All those things that people learn, and I admire, there hasn't seemed time for. But what there is time for is looking out the window.

I have just transcended my epoch; I am alive outside written memory.

it's anywhere in the broken clock

the litup soul/self I have been From time to time I can't remember