Quotes About Time

If you have time to be mindful, you have time to meditate.

the loss of love that comes to mean more than the love itself and how explain that? — a still pool in the forest that has ceased to reflect anything except the past from "Listening to Myself

I forget whether I ever loved you in the past—when you enter the room your climate is the mood of living, the hinge of now, in time the present tense. Certainly you are the world I am not done with, until I dispense with words— Yet neutral: something I say will flash back like light or shadow; you wait to be a stranger I've not met or fondled or slept with. from "Where the Moment Is

One's doing well if age improves even slightly one's capacity to hold on to that vital truism: This too shall pass.

Writing a book has about it some of the anxiety of telling a joke and having to wait several years to know whether or not it was funny.

There is an Arabic saying that the soul travels at the pace of a camel. While most of us are led by the strict demands of timetables and diaries, our soul, the seat of the heart, trails nostalgically behind, burdened by the weight of memory. If every love affair adds a certain weight to the camel's load, then we can expect the soul to slow according to the significance of love's burden.

Judged against eternity, how little of what agitates us makes any difference.

It might be a Proustian slogan: n'allez pas trop vite. And an advantage of not going by too fast is that the world has a chance of becoming more interesting in the process.

Nature's kind trick is to make everything happen so slowly that we don't get as scared as we should.

Q: Did he think that love could last forever? A: Well, no, but the limits to eternity didn't lie specifically with love. They lay in the general difficulty of maintaining an appreciative relationship with anything or anyone that was always around.

The feeling one has no time to get anything done provides the pressure that guarantees one does get some things done.

How mean to buy only as many books as one will actually have time to read.

Maturity/experience: the beguiling texture of stones subjected to years of furious seas.

How we feel about 'the nature of existence' is largely determined by what we have to do in the next few hours.

He knows that perfect happiness comes in tiny, incremental units only, perhaps no more than five minutes at a time. This is what one has to take with both hands and cherish.

Half the ingratitude and complacency in the world down to how slowly and imperceptibly most good and bad things unfold.

Because I have this thing about birthdays--they always remind me of death and forced jollity.

It is striking how much more seriously we are likely to be taken after we have been dead a few centuries.

Tendemos a nos apegar a uma noção fixa das emoções, como se existisse uma linha entre amar e não amar que pudesse ser cruzada somente duas vezes, no início e no fim de um relacionamento, em vez de transposta minuto a minuto.

They hug tightly, expressing the pure affection available only to two people who have no further designs upon each other. Their lack of time is a privilege.

A flourishing life requires a capacity to recognize the times when the news no longer has anything original or important to teach us; periods when we should refuse imaginative connection with strangers, when we must leave the business of governing, triumphing, failing, creating or killing to others, in the knowledge that we have our own objectives to honour in the brief time still allotted to us.

We know that, when teaching students, only the utmost care and patience will ever work: we must never raise our voices, we have to use extraordinary tact, we must leave plenty of time for every lesson to sink in, and we need to ensure at least ten compliments for every one delicately inserted negative remark. Above all, we must remain calm.

a book provides for a distillation of our sporadic mind, a record of its most vital manifestations, a concentration of inspired moments that might originally have arisen across a multitude of years and been separated by extended stretches of bovine gazing. To meet an author whose books one has enjoyed must, in this view, necessarily be a disappointment... because such a meeting can only reveal a person as he exists within, and finds himself subject to, the limitations of time.

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