Quotes About Time

An application called Deadline goes a step further, informing you how many years of life you have left, given your current habits.

Most people wrote and received no more than a handful of letters a month and seldom felt compelled to reply immediately. Today I receive dozens of emails each day, all from people who expect a prompt reply. We thought we were saving time; instead we revved up the treadmill of life to ten times its former speed and made our days more anxious and agitated.

Yet over decades and centuries the web of meaning unravels and a new web is spun in its place. To study history means to watch the spinning and unravelling of these webs, and to realise that what seems to people in one age the most important thing in life becomes utterly meaningless to their descendants.

Let our bodies try To ford a wider time, Our hands not know The other shore.

She sat like that for a long time, never taking her eyes off her grandmother, conjuring up cherished memories of their time together, each remembrance more precious than the last. Time seemed to evaporate in the haze of candlelight, reminiscences, and tears. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, but she had just gotten out of her chair and reached for another tissue when she thought she heard a noise.

Time is as necessary for remembering as it is for forgetting. Even the smallest embrace of pain needs time larger than a pause; the greatest pause requires an eternity, the greatest hurt a lifetime. A lifetime is longer than eternity: an eternity can exist without human presence.

Every morning, after a few sips of coffee and a bit of small talk, each of us retreats with our books, and travels centuries away from this place.

I don't know if I believe in love at first sight, but of course I believe in two people having chemistry right away. A girl should be really easy to talk to. When I lose track of time because we've been talking, I think that's really fun.

No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our mind create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.

In fact, Harold had never once paid attention to his watch other than to find out the time. And, honestly, it drove his watch crazy.

Life is like an hour glass, every grain of sand means something.

The past is always tense, the future perfect.

Every moment happens twice: inside and outside, and they are two different histories.

the wicked lie, that the past is always tense and the future, perfect.

They had nothing to say to each other. A five-year age gap between siblings is like a garden that needs constant attention. Even three months apart allows the weeds to grow up between you.

The future comes quickly. Before you know it, you turn around and it's tomorrow.

Barcelona is a very old city in which you can feel the weight of history; it is haunted by history. You cannot walk around it without perceiving it. In Los Angeles, it is quite the opposite: it is an older city than it might seem to be, but you don't perceive this -- every day you get out of your home, you are driving somewhere and sometimes you get this impression that everything was put there the night before.

Once you lost all hope, time began to go faster and the senseless days deadened your soul.

Deep down we've never been who we think we once were, and we only remember what never happened.

Poate c? din sîngele cu care oamenii au stropit, au ad?pat, dar n-au s?turat înc? p?mîntul, r?sar macii ro?ii, aceste flori de sînge care acoper? ici-colo galbenul lanurilor de grîu, în fiecare început de var?. Poate c? macii ace?tia r?sar ?i înfloresc ca s? ne spun?: — E timpul s? nu mai v?rsa?i sînge! Poate... Cunoa?te cineva tainele lumii?

Eu n-am tr?it. Abia acum am început s? pricep via?a. Auzi? S? mor!... ?i s? r?mân? atîtea c?r?i necitite de mine!... S? se fi întîmplat ?i s? se întîmple atîtea pe lume, atîtea, de care n-am mai avut timp s? aflu, s? aud.

How long a minute is, depends on which side of the bathroom door you're on.

The reality is; there is something which exist but what that something is; remains a question. Either because we are not capable to reveal it yet or because with time and movement it changes itself and has no truth in it. But what's the reason for its existence without having or revealing any truth, that's the evidence we need to find."

It is said there are flowers that bloom only once in a hundred years. Why should there not be some that bloom once in a thousand, in ten thousand years? Perhaps we never know about them simply because this "once in a thousand years" has come today.