Quotes About Time

Emotions are for the present; don't squander them on past hurts that are a waste of time.

but remember there is a fine line between youngish and old.

Who, except the gods, can live time through forever without any pain?

At home there tarries like a lurking snake, Biding its time, a wrath unreconciled, A wily watcher, passionate to slake, In blood, resentment for a murdered child.

There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls. There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.

I have suffered into truth (...) Time refines all things that age with time

Time refines all things that age with time.

Time in his aging overtakes all things alike.

Time shell be the limit of my suffering.

Time in its aging course teaches all things.

Old age that's quick to learn is always young.

The loiterer often blames delay on his more active friend.

Then why let anything remain when whatever we loved turned instantly to stone?

The country of the blind has ordered mirrors Its one-eyed king's vision is now prime for time

My memory is again in the way of your history

I heard the incessant dissolving of silk I felt my heart growing so old in real time

If people can write to each other across space, why can they not write across time too?

History dies without the present. There is no future without the path made to it by the past.

But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.

Well, the truth is, vacations are pointless anyway, because you always have to come back, so you might as well save time, skip the middle step, and stay put in the first place.

In general, I call her every night, and we talk for an hour, which is forty-five minutes of me, and fifteen minutes of her stirring her tea, which she steeps with the kind of Zen patience that would make Buddhists sit up in envy and then breathe through their envy and then move past their envy.

I used to think death might be hidden somewhere on our bodies. Tucked behind the pupil like a coin, slid beneath the thumb nail, ribbon-wrapped "around a wrist bone. A sharp, dark sliver; a loose, pale pellet. Each person different. Each lifespan set. On the day of your death, it melts out through your entire body, a warm, broken bath bead. Until then, it waits-sealed and silent.

The afternoons were getting longer again, stretching. I stayed too long at a stoplight because the sunlight was so pretty, sifting through all the leaves on the sycamore trees lining Sierra Bonita, turning each a pale jade green. The jacaranda trees preparing for their burst of true lavender blue come May. Go, said Dad. Sorry, I said.

Most teenage girls don't give old people the time of day which is sad because all old people do all the time is think about how nice it was to be a teenager so long ago.