Quotes About Time

But she spoke as though it were a matter of weeks rather than of years; as though, too, before our parting we had been firm friends. It was dead contrary to the common experience of such encounters, when time is found to have built its own defensive lines, camouflaged vulnerable points, and laid a field of mines across all but a few well-trodden paths, so that, more often than not, we can only signal to one another from either side of the tangle of wire.

We don't get much time to read the papers." "No, I suppose you don't. I envy you. There's nothing in them but lies," he added sadly. "You can't believe a word they say. But it's all good. Very good indeed. It helps to keep one's spirits up," he said from the depths of his gloom.

How ungenerously in later life we disclaim the virtuous moods of our youth, living in retrospect long summer days of unreflecting dissipation.

These memories, which are my life -- for we possess nothing certainly except the past -- were always with me.

The temptation for Guy, which he resisted as best he could, was to brood on his own bereavement and deplore the countless occasions of his life when he had failed his father. That was not what he was here for. There would be ample time in the years to come for these selfish considerations.

we possess nothing certainly except the past

I must visualize the scene, Apthorpe. When we are old men, memories of things like this will be our chief comfort.

There was one insect which buzzed in a particular manner. Listen, said Mr Bain one day, that is most interesting. It is what we call the 'six o'clock beetle', because he always makes that noise at exactly six o'clock. But it is now quarter past four. Yes, that is what is so interesting. At one time and another in the country I heard the six o'clock beetle at every hour of the day and night.

her youth passed in renaissance glory

Man kan inte återskapa sitt förflutna (s. 117).

What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon?' cried Daisy, 'and the day after that, and the next thirty years?' 'Don't be morbid,' Jordan said. 'Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

Subjectivity needs movement, directional vectors, ritournelles, rhythms and refrains that beat time to carry it along.

Truth can shrink and fancy can grow much in five centuries." "You really think it takes that long?" Woermann said, taking in a final survey of the pass before he turned away. It can happen in a matter of a few years.

I wouldn't ask too much of her, I ventured. You can't repeat the past. Can't repeat the past? he cried incredulously. Why of course you can!

All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!

Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering—this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three o'clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn't work—and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there'll always be the person I am to-night.

Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice. --The Sensible Thing

His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.

The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.

What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon?" cried Daisy, "and the day after that, and the next thirty years?

why shouldn't he? All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from one phrase-- 'I love you