Quotes About Time

What did we do those days, stuck at home, my sons might someday ask. We lived or tolerated living. We looked away from death.

We lived a dot-to-dot life, never thinking too much about the future.

There are only so many hours in the day, and chances are that if you have a successful career it's your job that takes up most of them. As the economy flourishes are we in the grip of an emotional recession? Have we made our jobs the primary relationships in our lives, settling for a so-so boyfriend because that's all we have the time to either find or maintain?

I'm wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it's stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.

Most people, if they were generous, were so because they thought life was short and that one must make the most of it. Sid Baxter was generous because he knew that life was long. It went on and on even when you had no use for it anymore. It was happiness, not life, that was short, and when it visited - in the form of a fine evening spent talking with a friend - he honoured it.

Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?

I need a name for this ink ... A name for the feeling you get when you see someone again. After many years. Someone lost to you. Or so you thought. And you remember them a certain way. In your mind, they never age. But then suddenly, there they are. Older. Changed by time. Different, but exactly the same.

if these mortals only knew, if they had the merest understanding of the grave, and of the eternity they will spend lying in it, they would eat chocolate for breakfast, caviar for lunch, and sing arias as they slopped the pigs.

But you are a different sort of girl. Not at all what I expected you to be. And this is a different sort of time. And so I am hopeful for all the things you may yet find.

am the huntsman. Dead now, but that's no matter. The dead speak. With tongues blackened by time and regret. You can hear us if you listen.

Never before have six direct descendants been of the same age at the same time - just as the original six were. - Vraja

Es una pena que no entienda que la música vive. Eternamente. Que es más poderosa que la muerte. Más poderosa que el tiempo. Y que su fuerza te sostiene cuando ya no hay nada que pueda sostenerte.

It's your move," said Love. "I'm quite aware of that," said Death. "Ticktock," said Love. "Only fools rush Death," said Death.

All I'd need is a minute. Not major time. Not the kind of time it takes to compose a symphony. Build a palace. Fight a war. Just a few crappy seconds. The kind of time it takes to tie a shoe. Peel a banana. Blow your nose. But I haven't got it. And I never will.

I'm wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it's stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.

Who would have guessed that four minutes could change everything?

Most people did not think dirty thoughts at a time like this. Only me.

Was it good to treasure the memory of a few perfect hours together? Or would I have been better off never meeting him?

An hour later, we were full of pizza and I love him a little more.

They're taking us to the room to change. Do you think we'll have time for a quickie? Because we never got around to doing it against the wall." He blinked at her. She thought he hadn't heard her. Finally he smiled, slowly at first, his grin becoming broader as she slid her hand onto his thigh. "We will always make time for a quickie," he said. "And that is a wedding vow.

Because at some time in the last five days, I jad freaking fallen in love with John After

The pause makes you think the song will end. And then the song isn't really over, so you're relieved. But then the song does actually end, because every song ends, obviously, and THAT. TIME. THE. END. IS. FOR. REAL.

This is the music business. 'Five years is five hundred years' - your words.

So this is it ? what cost me all that time. A man who turned out to be old, a house that turned out to be empty.