Quotes About Time

Our world needs more time to wonder and reflect but there is too much fast paced constant distraction. – Mister Rogers.

Fred was patient with me in the years that followed our first meeting. He taught me that taking one's time, especially in relationships, allows the other person to know he or she is worth the time.

But he also fiercely guarded his time of quiet and reflection (as you will see in the following chapter), and he always, always took his time.

He taught me that taking one's time, especially in relationships, allows the other person to know he or she is worth the time.

Species went extinct and new ones evolved from protozoa while he sat in his car in the dark and waited to see how badly he'd fucked this up.

I am a slow reader, and fast eater; I wish it were the other way around.

It often feels like I'm not so much living for the present as I am busy making memories for the future.

It takes a snowflake two hours to fall from cloud to earth. Can't you just see its slow, peaceful decent?

The same five letters can be rearranged to express my daily sense of—and relationship to—time. First from the viewpoint of childhood, then young adulthood, and now, the present. ACRES of it. . CARES about it. RACES against it .

I didn't have time to tell Bracken to care for her. I didn't have time to tell Arturo that I knew why he was hard on me, and it was okay. I didn't have time to tell Green that he was the sun and the moon and the stars. The Goddess gave me just enough time to feel her pain, to let her know I loved her. I had just long enough to say goodbye.

They made love until Chris had to leave for the airport, without sleeping at all. After Chris had left, wearing wrinkled jeans and Xander's sweat and seed on his skin, Xander flopped back onto the bed and looked miserably at the clock.

You've completely managed my life for the next twelve hours. Why do you have that 'nipple-clamp' expression on your face?

I can't make good promises," I said quietly. "I can promise to love you for the rest of my life, but I can't promise how long that will be. I can promise we'll be together for as long as possible, but I don't know how long that will be either. I can promise all sorts of things, but I can't promise I'll keep

Time was sanding your hopes and dreams smooth so they'd fit into the shape of the world, even as you saw them, beautiful, with bright and shiny edges, still in your mind.

When can you score?" Oh, to hell with this noise. "When you're eighteen. And a half." "Why the half?" Abner asked suspiciously. "You have to wait until the permit goes through,

God, "Kashmir" was a long damned song.

SO WHEN was a person dead? Was it between heartbeats? Between breaths? Was it as soon as the morphine kicked in and they would never be conscious again?

who brought their knitting in public, just to keep him from the feeling that the clock was ticking at odd hours of the day with nothing to fill the time.

We want you here in thirty years, asshole!" had been Jon's final word on the subject, and Deacon found that he didn't have much fight left in him when it came to being separated from Crick.

It deserves our respect, don't you think? If you don't respect the ocean, or time, or fate, or the big things in the world, you sort of have

The thing I learned about loving Vinnie for ten years was that every day could be the wave that washed the love away. You had to wake up every day and text or kiss or call or sneak over and surprise. You had to wake up every day and write that thing on the tablet of time to make sure that would be the day when your love was written on the sand.

Ellery couldn't ask for anything more. In his entire life, he couldn't recall ever wanting anything with the purity and the passion that he wanted time, so much more time, with Jackson.

Not every day is going to be this good." Trav kissed his chest. "No," he said softly. "Let's make sure we remember this one, okay?" "For how long?" Trav asked, half-playful, half-serious. "Forever. Until tomorrow. When I fall in love with you again.

A good son?" Cassidy asked, because he'd always wondered what it took to be a good son. He'd tried—always neat, always clean, always on time—but nobody had seemed to want the job of being his mother. "The best.