Quotes About Time

Punctuation was, it is sad to say, invented a very long time ago. Even more frustrating, it has remained with us ever since.

I have all my regrets between pouring the wine and reaching for the glass.

I get out of the car to look at it. 1922–1989

And if you can, at nineteen, count the people you love on one hand, you will not, at forty, have run out of fingers on the other. There are so few people given us to love and they all stick.

To use an electronics analogy, closing a book on a bookmark is like pressing the Stop button, whereas when you leave the book facedown, you've only pressed Pause.

Because paper has more patience than people.

After Jesus said this, he looked toward heaven and prayed: "Father, the time has come. Glorify your Son, that your Son may glorify you." JOHN 17:1

All suffering has an end, David, if only you wait long enough. Sorrow has its life like people. Sorrow is born and lives and dies. And when it's dead and gone, someone's left behind to remember it. Exactly like people.

forty-plus years did not. She had more

Those who urge us to fight ageing are, in effect, inviting us to stop growing and developing

We can't understand when we're pregnant, or when our siblings are expecting, how profound it is to have a shared history with a younger generation: blood, genes, humor. It means we were actually here, on Earth, for a time - like the Egyptians with their pyramids, only with children.

The worst part about celebrating another birthday is the shock that you're only as well as you are.

Some people seem to understand this - that life and change take time - but I am not one of those people.

A hundred years for now? All new people.

Step by step Moment by moment We live through Another day

Trees, for example, carry the memory of rainfall. In their rings we read ancient weather—storms, sunlight, and temperatures, the growing seasons of centuries. A forest shares a history, which each tree remembers even after it has been felled.

But sometimes the world disrobes, slips its dress off a shoulder, stops time for a beat. If we look up at that moment, it's not due to any ability of ours to pierce the darkness, it's the world's brief bestowal. The catastrophe of grace.

The shadow past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst.

Duration is not a test of truth or falsehood.

When the wedding march sounds the resolute approach, the clock no longer ticks, it tolls the hour. The figures in the aisle are no longer individuals, they symbolize the human race.

The four signs of aging "Courage, Strength, Wisdom & I don't remember...

I do not wish to grow old, to outlive my illusions. Only a short respite from cares and sorrow, a brief time of flowers, and music, and love, and laughter, and ecstatic tears.

The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories. Points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of ther beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems.