Quotes About Time

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room. A song you didn't even pay attention to at the time, a place that you didn't even know had a particular smell.

It's like when someone dies, the initial stages of grief seem to be the worst. But in some ways, it's sadder as time goes by and you consider how much they've missed in your life. In the world.

And although one broken heart doesn't make me an expert in the subject, I believe you need both things—time and an emotional replacement—to fully mend one.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is that life is fast. And it keeps speeding up. Sometimes I lose track of the season - or even the year. And we just have to make the best of it all. Our choices. Our fleeting moments together.

Although too much time has gone by to miss her, I feel regret that I didn't maintain our friendship. Even if we no longer have much in common, we would have always had the past, which, in some ways, is just as important as the present or future. It is where we come from, what makes us who we are.

That is one of the problems with getting older. There is a distinct lag time between how you see others and how you view yourself. I still thought of myself as looking twenty-four.

I ever stop loving him the way you're supposed to stop loving everyone but the one you're with? If the answer is no, then will the lapse of time or a change of geography really fix the problem? And regardless of the answer, what does the mere question say about my relationship with Andy?

She was generally a happy person but had a tendency to live in the past, making frequent references to "when you kids were little.

Our choices. Our fleeting moments together.

The late afternoon sun highlighted all her lines and wrinkles, making her look older than I thought of her as. Then again, she probably was in her early seventies by now, which somehow seemed so much older than one's late sixties.

My little girls are all grown-up. I remember when the three of you were in diapers, running around at the pool with your little orange water wings. And now look at you," my mom says, so nostalgic that she seems to forget all her gripes with Belinda. And me for that matter.

Sitting with Ronan on the couch I often thought 'How can I make this moment more precious? and then I'd realize with a sense of panic that no additional meaning needed to be sought or found. This was all there was. 'But still', I would think, 'What if I can't remember the way his hands feel, his hair. What if I forget how he smells? The sound of his laugh? The shape of his two front teeth?' Time was both too contracted and forever seeming.

I could go crazy on a night like tonight When summer's beginning to give up her fight And every thought's a possiblility And the voices are heard but nothing is seen Why do you spend this time with me Maybe an equal mystery

No vivieron felices para siempre, pues nada vive eternamente; pero vivieron tantos años como es natural, y después pasaron juntos a la tierra donde los árboles florecen y dan fruto a un mismo tiempo, y donde las flores de primavera nunca se marchitan.

How could the child bear not just the hunger, but the boredom? The rest of humankind used meals to divide the day, Lib realized - as a reward, as entertainment, the chiming of an inner clock. For Anna, during this watch, each day had to pass like one endless moment.

In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the time gets spread very thin like butter all over the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of time on each place, then everyone has to hurry on to the next bit....

I may have had moments of regret in my life, but you know, they wouldn't add up to an hour.

It was the word 'late' that did it. Such a stupid word to use of the dead, implying that they would be with us today if they hadn't happened to be delayed in traffic somewhere...

Little by little; the way out of the mine was as long as the way in.

Nursing was like being under a spell: you went in very young and came out older than any span of years could make you.

looked up and found the Great Bear. I told her, In Italy, they used to blame the influence of the constellations for making them sick—that's where influenza comes from. Bridie took that notion in stride. As if, when it's your time, your star gives you a yank—

At any rate, let's not waste time on ruminations and regrets in the middle of a pandemic.

In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time. Even Grandma often says that, but she and Steppa don't have jobs, so I don't know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all the living as well. In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the time gets spread very thing like butter over all the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of time on each place, then everyone has to hurry on to the next bit.

One never imagined that as the decades went by, one might drift into an unbounded country. It struck Lib now how alone in the world she was.