Quotes About Time

I don't want to get old." "You won't get old. Life will pass over your face, that will be all, and it will become more beautiful. One is old only when one no longer feels." "No. When one no longer loves.

But probably that's the way of the world - when we have finally learned something we're too old to apply it - and so it goes, wave after wave, generation after generation. No one learns anything at all from anyone else.

And even if these scenes from our youth were given back to us we would hardly know what to do. The tender, secret influence that passed from them into us could not rise again. We might be amongst them and move in them; we might remember and love them and be stirred by the sight of them. But it would be like gazing at the photograph of a dead comrade; those are his features, it is his face, and the days we spent together take on a mournful life in the memory; but the man himself it is not.

What is leave? – a pause that only makes everything after it so much worse.

Our damnable memory is a sieve. It wants to survive. And survival is only possible through forgetfulness.

One is never too young. Only always too old.

Ja mis teil südamel ka poleks – ärge pidage seda liiga tähtsaks. Vähe on asju, mis kauaks tähtsaks jäävad.

Then we change our possy and lie down again to play cards. We know how to do that: to play cards, to swear, and to fight. Not much for twenty years;--and yet too much for twenty years.

Jugend! Wir sind alle nicht mehr als zwanzig Jahre. Aber jung? Jugend? Das ist lange her. Wir sind alte Leute.

Ali hteti zadržati prošlost zna?i odre?i se budu?nosti.

Beyond this our life did not extend. And of this nothing remains.

Teadmine ei tee kunagi valu. Valu teeb vaid "enne" ja "pärast".

Mes amžinai pamirštam, kad gyvenam šitoje planetoje tik trump? laik?. Tod?l ir ?sigyjame absoliu?iai klaiding? pasaulio kompleks?. Lyg b?tue žmon?s, kuriems b?t? duota gyventi amžinai.

To jedna z tych chwil, kiedy barwy siÄ™ rozpadajÄ…, a ?ycie szarzeje w bezsilnych dÅ'oniach. Mistyczny odpÅ'yw. Bezd?wiÄ™czna cezura miÄ™dzy oddechami. UkÄ…szenie czasu, który powoli po?era serce.

M? ridic.sunt foarte liniÈ™tit.Lunile È™i anii n-au decât s? treac?, nu-mi mai pot lua nimic, n-au ce s?-mi mai ia. Sunt atât de singur È™i f?r? aÈ™tept?ri, încât le pot privi în fa?? f?r? team?. ViaÈ›a care m-a purtat de-a lungul acestor ani e înc? prezent? în mâinile È™i ochii mei. Am învins-o sau nu - nu È™tiu -Nimic nou pe frontul de vest, cap. 12

Ah! Mother, Mother! You still think I am a child - why can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang short, boy's trouser - it is such a little time ago, why is it over?

Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear.

But I also knew that there was no going back. One can never go back; nothing and no one is ever the same. All that remained was an occasional evening of sadness, the sadness that we all feel because everything passes and because man is the only animal who knows it.

Petnaest sre?nih godina su kratke - odgovorih. Petnaest nesre?nih godina su duge i pružaju ?oveku mnogo iskustva.

But is the primary law of this world, where the old rule the young, that one must serve one's time. It is no question of ability. Else what would become of old dodderers who cling to their power?

Iga elatud päev tähendab üks päev vähem olemasolu.

Hteo sam nešto da kažem, ali nisam mogao. Teško je na?i re?i kad treba nešto stvarno kazati. A kad na?emo potrebne re?i, onda se stidimo da ih izgovorimo. Sve te re?i pripadaju prošlim vekovima. Naše doba još nema izraze za svoja ose?anja. Ona mogu da budu samo drugarska - sve ostalo nije pravo. - Pat - rekoh joj. - Stari hrabri druže...

Laikas - tai silpnutis mirties ekstraktas, kuris iš l?to skverbiasi ? mus kaip nestiprus narkotikas. Iš pradži? jis gaivina, ir mes net pradedame tik?ti, kad esame nemirtingi, bet lašas po lašo, diena po dienos jis tampa vienu lašu, viena diena stipresnis ir pavirsta r?gštimi, drums?ian?ia ir nuodijan?ia m?s? krauj?.

Now time is standing still. We've torn it in two. Now only we two are here; we two, you and me and no one else.