Quotes About Time

The more things change, the more they are the same.

Cooking is not about convenience and it's not about shortcuts. Our hunger for the twenty-minute gourmet meal, for one-pot ease and prewashed, pre-cut ingredients has severed our lifeline to the satisfactions of cooking. Take your time. Take a long time. Move slowly and deliberately and with great attention.

Culinary tradition is not always based on fact. Sometimes it's based on history, on habits that come out of a time when kitchens were fueled by charcoal.

El cielo está a la vista durante buena parte del día, y, en la noche, las estrellas, con la cercanía familiar que las distingue en la zona ecuatorial, despiden esa aura protectora, vigilante, que nos llena de sosiego al darnos la certeza, fugaz, si se quiere, pero presente en el reparador trecho nocturno, de que las cosas siguen su curso con la fatal regularidad que sostiene a los hijos del tiempo, a las criaturas sumisas al destino, a nosotros los hombres.

So many moments of irritating, wearisome disgust are returned to us years later by memory as splendidly happy episodes. Nostalgia is the lie that speeds our approach to death.

Meditar el tiempo, tratar de saber si el pasado y el futuro son válidos y si en verdad existen, nos lleva a un laberinto que, por familiar, no es menos indescifrable. Cada día somos otro, pero siempre olvidamos que igual sucede con nuestros semejantes. En esto tal vez consista lo que los hombres llaman soledad. O es así, o se trata de una solemne imbecilidad.

We said it really wasn't very late, that we were listening to him with growing interest. The bottle of bourbon was empty. I brought another, along with more ice, and we asked the Gaviero to continue his story. On summer nights in California, time stretches like an elastic, compliant material, perfect for hearing the confidences of someone who had a store of tales that could lead us from one marvel to another until dawn.

Principle 4: God has sovereignly placed you in this world at this time with the abilities and gifts you have to bring glory to him and show the joy of the gospel to others.

Despair keeps no clocks. If you ask him the time, he will always say it is too late to complete your journey. He will tell you his is the last stop there is, anywhere. Do not trust the wily old shopkeeper. Instead, rest a while and thank him for his stories of lost glory. Then it is best to be on your way.

One who states and proposes this scheme makes several claims about the Dinge: that they are not in space and time, for example, and more poignantly, that our concepts don't apply to them (applying only to the phenomena), so that we cannot refer to or think about them. But if we really can't think the Dinge, then we can't think about them (and can't whistle them either); if we can't think about them, we can't so much as entertain the thought that there are such things. The incoherence is patent.

The future always comes too fast and in the wrong order.

Today's worries are yesterday's fears and tomorrow's stories.

You can't go back, Ever. You can't change the past. It just is. . . . This is our destiny. Not yours.

Well, for that matter, I was also a good friend of Leonardo da Vinci, Botticelli, Francis Bacon, Albert Einstein, and John, Paul, George, and Ringo." He pauses, seeing the blank look on my face and groaning when he says, "Christ, Ever, the Beatles!" He shakes his head and laughs. "God, you make me feel old.

You can't go back, Ever. You can't change the past. It just is." I squint, having no idea what she's talking about. But just as I start to ask,she shakes her head and says, "This is our destiny. Not yours.

Four hundred years of losing out on the girl of my dreams isn't sitting very well with me these days.

Elephants? Really? My God, what does he see in you? Certainly not your intellect or wit, since we've yet to see any evidence it exists. And your idea of a love scene? So Disney, so Family Channel, so dreadfully boring. Really, Ever, may I remind you that Damen's been around for hundreds of years, including the free-love sixties?

Six hundred years is an awfully long time, Ever. So long it's impossible for either of us to imagine. Though it is more than enough time to rack up a few dirty skeletons for the old metaphorical closet, right?

When you think about it in the big scheme of things our time together is like a dash of spice in a big cosmic soup - important for richness of flavor but still not quite the main ingredient. The past is over. It can't and shouldn't be reclaimed. All we ever have is now anyway.

Pero mientras tanto, si la eternidad comienza hoy, entonces ésta es la manera en la que voy a vivirla. De día en día.

When you think about it, in the big scheme of things, our time together is like a dash of spice in a big cosmic soup--important for richness of flavor, but still, not quite the main ingredient.

Once something is done it can't be undone. There's no rewind. No going back.

you should never fast forward into the future. Because every time you do, you rob yourself of the journey, the present moment, which, in the end is all there really is.

And this too shall pass. Though