Quotes About Time

we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter — tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Time with Rosemary was self-indulgence - time with Collis was nothing plus nothing.

A young man can work at excessive speed with no ill effects, but youth is unfortunately not a permanent condition of life.

You can't re- peat the past." "Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!

For a time she had no accurate sense of her whereabouts or of the events of the day before, or the day before that; then, like a suspended pendulum, memory began to beat out its story, releasing with each swing a burdened quota of time until her life was given back to her.

Ho sempre pensato che fino ai diciotto anni, niente importi», disse Mary. «È vero», concordò Abe. «E dopo è uguale».

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!' He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.

It's not a bad time, it's not one of the worst times of the day.

So we beat on boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world. --- quoted by Evan Osnos to describe the rapidly urbanising China

negroes' voices floated drowsily back, mingled in an air that she had heard them singing before. "Time is

Gatsby croyait en la lumière verte, en l'extatique avenir qui d'année en année recule devant nous. Il nous a échappé ! Qu'importe ! Demain nous courrons plus vite, nos bras s'étendront plus loin... Et un beau matin... C'est ainsi que nous avançons, barques luttant contre un courant qui nous rejette sans cesse vers le passé.

Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.

The very weather seems to have a quality of the past, faded weather like that of old photographs.

Y así seguimos nuestro camino: botes que reman contra la corriente, incesantemente arrastrados hacia el pasado.

But there was Jordan beside me, who, unlike Daisy, was too wise ever to carry well-forgotten dreams from age to age. As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand. So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight. *

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.

Il lui parlait, et ses phrases étaient comme de petites lettres qu'il lui aurait écrites, car, une fois qu'il les avait prononcées, elles mettaient un petit moment à l'atteindre.

At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4PM.

You see, I am fate," it shouted, "and stronger than your puny plans; and I am how-things-turn-out and I am different from your little dreams, and I am the flight of time and the end of beauty and unfulfilled desire; all the accidents and imperceptions and the little minutes that shape the crucial hours are mine. I am the exception that proves no rules, the limits of your control, the condiment in the dish of life.

A boldogság-jegyezte meg egyszer Maury Noble- nem több, mint egy különösen elviselhetetlen nyomorúság megszünését követÅ' egy óra.

Old man and I had a long talk about the weather just now.

O Gatsby acreditava na luz verde, no orgíaco futuro que, ano após ano, foge e recua diante de nós. Se hoje nos iludiu, pouco importa: amanhã correremos mais depressa, alongaremos mais os braços...Até que uma bela manhã... Assim vamos teimando, proas contra a corrente, incessantemente cortando as águas, a caminho do passado.