Quotes About Time

The trouble with morning is that it comes well before noon.

She knew what it was to wait for someone who would never come home. She knew that grief, like a scar, faded but never really went away.

Everyone's dying. A little, every day. Make it count.

For the first time, I notice the lax skin at Mrs. Nightwing's jaw, the fine down that lies upon her cheek like the imprint of a childe's hand, and I wonder what it must be like watching yourself soften under the years, unable to stop it. what it's like measuring your days in perfecting girls' curtsies and drinking nightly glasses of sherry, trying to keep up with the world as it pulls you spinning into the furure, knowing you are always one step behind it.

She was chosen,' Mae insists. No, you're wrong,' I say. 'She was only a girl.'... She was gone for some time. You were the only force that kept her from turning completely. That's magic. Perhaps the most powerful I've seen.' -In response to Felicity's love for Pippa keeping her from turning into a Winterland creature.

Time has no meaning. I feel as if I have been left in the desert to die and am eagerly awaiting the vultures to begin their work and end my misery.

It's only his thumb brushing slowly across the lower edge of my lip, but it's as if time slows and the sweep of that thumb below my mouth takes forever. It is no spell that I know of, but it holds such magic, I can scarcely breath. He pulls his hand away fast, aware of what he's done. But his touch lingers.

Theta crashed next to them on the thick zebra-skin rug. "I'm embalmed." "Potted and splificated?" "Ossified to the gills. Time for night-night.

When it is time for me to visit Brigid, I find her awake in her little room. That's awl righ', luv. I don' care to forget, if it's all the same, she says, and there are no rowan leaves at her window anymore.

Our days are numbered in the book of days, Most High, Gorgon murmurs as the garden comes once more into view. That is what gives them sweetness and purpose.

The hand you hold the longest is your own.

Besides, things you loved deeply could be lost in a second, and then there was no filling the hole left inside you.

but then I was so utterly entranced by our discussion of Einstein's relative theory - Relativity, Ling corrected quickly under her breath. - that I completely lost track of the time. Funny, Ling whispered. What? Henry said. Lost track of... Ling shook her head, never mind.

This is what they have in place of freedom—time and gossip. Their lives are small and careful. I do not wish to live this way. I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may not be polite or even correct but are mine nonetheless.

Now is the only thing you can count on, Sam. It's all we really get, she said quietly, and felt that it was the truest thing she'd ever said.

Another time. I'm late for the show. You're always late. Well, at least I'm consistent.

My days keep getting shorter. When I'm a hundred, I'll be going to bed before I get up.

All I mean is that I left too much of me unfinished because I wasted too much time."--

The universe is not a rigid and immutable edifice where independent matter is housed in independent space and time; it is on the contrary an amorphous continuum, without any fixed architecture, plastic and variable, constantly subject to change and distortion.

Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.

New Historical

Twinkle Twinkle little star. You are nothing. You've been dead for a thousand years.

One of the hardest things to accept when someone you love dies is that life goes on. It's like a river that never stops.

Anger is such a waste of time and energy. It takes a monumental effort