Quotes About Time

They were high up. If he fell, he'd have time to hum three verses of She Has No Ankles That I Can See before he hit. Maybe an extra round of the chorus.

Light, Egwene thought. I wonder how long it's been since a meeting of this scale occurred.

If the world is ending, a woman will want time to fix her hair. If the world's ending, a woman will take time to tell a man something he's done wrong.

At the end of time, when the many become one, the last storm shall gather its angry winds to destroy a land already dying. And at its center, the blind man shall stand upon his own grave. There he shall see again, and weep for what has been wrought.

The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

La Rueda del Tiempo gira y las eras pasan y dejan tras de sí recuerdos que se convierten en leyenda. La leyenda se difumina, deviene en mito, e incluso el mito se ha olvidado mucho antes de que la era que lo vio nacer retorne de nuevo. En una era llamada la tercera por algunos, una era que ja de venir, una era transcurrida hace mucho, comenzó a soplar un viento...

Better ten days of love than years of regretting

Small things were important. Seconds were small things, and if you heaped enough of those on top of one another, they became a man's life.

Who we were is lost to all men, and life is bitter.

He said the Dark One intended to blind the Eye of the World, and slay the Great Serpent, kill time itself.

Even the mountains will be worn down with time

There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

Change came so slowly you never noticed it creeping up on you, or far too fast for comfort, but it came. Nothing

explain decisions as seldom as possible; the more often you explained, the more explanations were necessary, until they were all you had time for.

Even mountains are worn away by the wind, and no one can climb the same hill twice.

This wind, it was not the ending. There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.

The Wheel of Time and the wheel of a man's life turn alike without pity or mercy

The Wheel of Time weaves the Pattern of the Ages, and lives are the threads it weaves. No one can tell how the thread of his own life will be woven into the Pattern, or how the thread of a people will be woven. It gave us the Breaking of the World, and the Exile, and Stone, and the Longing, and eventually it gave us back the stedding before we all died. Sometimes I think the reason you humans are the way you are is because your threads are so short.

The wolves had no notions of time the way men did, no reasons to divide a day into hours. The seasons were time enough for them, and the light and the dark. No need for more.

Impatience was a vice when beginning a journey of unknown length.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning. Eastward

Mat, a very wise woman once told me that time would heal my wounds, that time smoothed everything over. I didn't believe her. Only

A man who thinks all day about the catch he missed because of stormy weather ends up wasting time when the sky is clear.

A slow horse does not always reach the end of the journey