Quotes About Time

With the passing of time, she'd tire of this exercise. She would find it increasingly exhausting to conjure up, to dust off, to resuscitate once again what was long dead. There would come a day when the details of his face would begin to slip from memory's grip. She would not miss him as much as she did now, when the ache of his absence was her unremitting companion.

The cuts stung and didn't heal for a couple of weeks, but I didn't mind. They were reminders of a beloved season that had once again passed to quickly.

I could begin there, I suppose. Or somewhere else. A story is like a moving train: no matter where you hop onboard, you are bound to reach your destination sooner or later.

Not forever does the bulbul sing In balmy shades of bowers, Not forever lasts the spring Nor ever blossom the flowers. Not forever reigneth joy, Sets the sun on days of bliss, Friendships not forever last, They know not life, who know not this.

His mind was like the delicate spring of a watch, which quivers for several hours after it has been touched.

When you have counted eighty years and more, Time and Fate will batter at your door; But if you should survive to be a hundred, Your life will be death to the very core.

Just remember, life is short. You have to enjoy every moment before it passes you by.

Finally, the rain stopped. The sky draped like a large, starry blanket over the world. The moonlight painted the tiny waves around me the color of my grandfather's hair. I lifted my hands and laughed hysterically. My fingers dripped lustrous, metallic water like mercury. Specks of light danced on the ocean surface, beckoning me to join them. Time melted into space, letting me flow with it into oblivion.

La vita può essere capita solo all'indietro, ma va vissuta in avanti.

The prophet is one of the most controversial and misunderstood figures of all time.

A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different moments, depending on who was seeing things and how.

A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different

A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different amounts depending on who was seeing things and how.

Elves apparently had a short childhood. Not like witches, who seemed to take forever to grow up, according to Jenks.

Ivy still had her tree up in the living room, and we exchanged presents when we felt like it, not on a specific date. Usually that was about an hour after I got back from shopping. Delayed gratification was Ivy's thing, not mine.

Oh, God, I'm going to be a hundred and sixty with a flower on my ass.

Eight? Was it really eight? Adrenaline or not, this was an insane time to be up. That was humanity's problem right there. They were brain damaged from the early sun.

The Weres would track us from there. I'm surprised they haven't found us already. I can't believe you bit her. We have four Were packs scenting for our blood, and you think now is a good time to change your relationship?

Every time you disturb reality, nature has to balance it out. The black on your soul isn't evil, it's a promise to make up for what you have done. It's a mark, not a death sentence. And you can get rid of it given time.

Tómate tu tiempo-dije con ligereza, cabreada y nerviosa a la vez. -Jenks y yo vamos a recurrir al plan B. -¿El plan B?-dijo Ivy-. ¿Cuál es el plan B? Jenks se puso rojo. -Coge el pez y sal pitando.

The ever-after is like a drop of time that got knocked out, sitting alone by itself with no past behind it to push it forward and no future to pull it along. It's hanging to us by the ley lines, sort of. Your circles aren't made up of differing realities, they're made up of the stretchy stuff that's holding us and the ever-after together, keeping the ever-after from vanishing like it should.

His mind seemed to expand as time became malleable, and with a sudden pop he could almost feel the world reset with a crystalline clarity of lost chances.

All I'm saying is you've been dating him for three months. Most guys you date are either dead or running scared by now.

A year of hell is worth three minutes in heaven. Or so they say.