Quotes About Time

Big deals and climaxes only form a vacuum cleaner of time. It's the small deals and the nothing deals that shatter time into ragges pieces.

How do I measure Fabienne's presence in my life—by the years we were together, or by the years we have been apart, her shadow elongating as time goes by, always touching me?

In retrospect little makes sense - perhaps all stories, rather than once-upon-a-time, should start this way.

How many miles of river melting and how many trees of blossoms blooming would it take for the season to be called spring?

What a long way it is from one life to another: yet why write if not for that distance; if things can be let go, every before replaced by an after.

There is nothing selfish, dazzling, or preposterous about dreamers; in everyday life they blend in rather than stand out, though it's not hiding. A real dreamer must have a mutual trust with time.

Time passes, day by day. The greatness of this country lies in the inexorable journey it has taken through time. Time is like an enormous pot, into which all ugliness and beauty are thrown, all happiness and grief, all life and all death. Cycle follows cycle, living life and dying death. Only the great River rolls on, unending.

Every tomorrow is determined by every today.

Referring to the bad sun conditions in left field at the stadium: It gets late out there early.

It gets late early around here...

You can get old pretty young if you don't take care of yourself.

It gets late early out there.

If I didn't wake up, I'd still be sleeping.

It was clear that he didn't remember me from one day to the next. The note clipped to his sleeve simply informed him that it was not our first meeting, but it could not bring back the memory of the time we had spent together.

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.

spring passes and one remembers one's innocence summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance there is a season that never passes and that is the season of glass -- Season of Glass, 1981

Ah! what is human life? How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade, Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd! The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth; Too subtle is the movement to be seen; Yet soon the hour is up--and we are gone.

Can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?

Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.

Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.

The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.

Healing is as incremental and mysterious as the damage ... what took time, takes time.

It is impossible for you to take power over the future because it isn't even real.