Quotes About Time

Am încercat s? le explic p?rinÈ›ilor mei ce-i viaÈ›a, un cadou foarte tare. La început, supraestim?m cadoul asta: credem c-am primit via?? veÈ™nic?. De aceea îl subestim?m, ni se pare urât, prea scurt, mai c-am fi gata s?-l arunc?m. În sfârÈ™it, ne d?m seama c? n-am primit un cadou, ci un împrumut.

Les religions commencent divines, elles finissent humaines. De manière générale, les institutions, comme les civilisations, foncent vers leur disparition, car le temps les vide. En vieillissant, la forme prend plus d'importance que le fond, le contenant compte davantage que le contenu. Ce qu'on appelle la décadence.

Tentei explicar aos meus pais que a vida é um presente engraçado. Ao principio sobrestimamos este presente: acreditamos ter recebido a vida eterna. Mais tarde, subestimamo-lo, achamos que é uma porcaria, muito curta, ficamos quase tentados a deitá-la fora. Por fim, percebemos que não era um presente, era apenas um empréstimo. E então esforçamo-nos por merecê-lo.

Ich habe versucht, meinen Eltern zu erklären, was das Leben für ein komisches Geschenk ist. Am Anfang überschätzt man dieses Geschenk, man glaubt, man lebt ewig. Später unterschätzt man es, man findet es kümmerlich, zu kurz, am liebsten würde man es wegschmeißen. Am Ende wird einem klar, daß es gar kein Geschenk ist, sondern nur geliehen.

On occupe sa jeunesse à se préparer à vivre, sa vieillesse à se souvenir d'avoir vécu. Ce faisant, on rate le présent qui seul existe en tombant dans deux pièges, celui de l'avenir qui n'existe pas, celui du passé qui n'existe plus.

A?a zicea Fontenelle: un trandafir n-a v?zut niciodat? un gr?dinar murind.

Parfois, j'en viens à souhaiter qu'arrive très vite le jour où ma mère sera redevenue un nouveau-né pour que je la serre dans mes bras. Je lui dirais enfin combien je l'aime. Un baiser d'adieu pour moi. Pour elle un baiser de bienvenue...

We are a society of notoriously unhappy people: lonely, anxious, depressed, destructive, dependent — people who are glad when we have killed the time we are trying so hard to save.

Hanya ada satu kepastian, yaitu kepastian tentang masa lampau. Sedangkan tentang masa depan, yang ada hanyalah kepastian tentang kematian

Modern man thinks he loses something—time—when he does not do things quickly; yet he does not know what to do with the time he gains—except kill it.

life is not a linear process at all, but a series of repeating patterns

All age is a kind of tiredness, I think. When you're young, the lines never show. Every morning you wake unmarked, wiped clear by sleep. One day, though, you see lines that itch, as though some crumb of existence has been creased into your skin. They can never be smoothed away, and after a while you forget that this heavy, irritable feeling wasn't always there.

One response to the loss of love, of the beloved, is an understanding of the illusory nature of partings, of the way love can transcend time and space

Time. Aching like a bruise, pounding like a heart.

You are accustomed to going your own way without restraint. You no doubt fear losing some of your precious independence." "I do not intend to lose any of my independence," she muttered. "You will adjust to marriage in time." "Now, see here, Gideon, what is all this talk of adjusting?

One day you're young with all your fine plans for the future. The next you're in the future and it doesn't look at all the way you thought it would.

Twenty-one hours before Thora's air tube would be removed. How long could she last after that?

But that was New Orleans for you. The old didn't die here. They were just forgotten.

You should make the time. Without the touchstone of family, one leads an imbalanced life.

Time and tide waits for none

In the mirror I see only the time-lapsed weather patterns of 1964.

The future is that period of time in which our affairs prosper, our friends are true, and our happiness is assured.

Childhood, n. The period of human life intermediate between the idiocy of infancy and the folly of youth -- two removes from the sin of manhood and three from the remorse of age.

Youth is Gilead, in which is balm for every wound.