Quotes About Time

All he was doing was just sitting around killing time, looking at the birds and waiting to die.

Evelyn was forty-eight years old and she had gotten lost somewhere along the wa. Things had changed so fast. While she had been raising the required two children - a boy for him and a girl for me- the world had become a different kind of place, a place she didn't know at all.

months was ten years.

Le temps ne progresse que dans un sens et, qu'on le veuille ou non, il vous entraîne avec lui.

Of course, she seems happy, Mabel," said Mrs. Gumms, "but you know, no woman is really happy without a home and children." Mrs. Bell said, "I'm not so sure about that. Oh, not that I don't love Lloyd and the children, but still…it might be nice to have a little time to myself every once in a while.

Lenin is supposed to have once said, "There are decades when nothing happens, and then there are weeks when decades happen.

In an old pond a frog ages while leaves fall

Lo! willow leaves have gone, Without getting grey-haired.

There is no such thing as was-only is. If was existed, there would be no grief or sorrow.

Mach dir nicht die Mühe besser zu sein als deine Zeitgenossen oder deine Vorfahren. Versuch nur besser zu sein als du selbst.

It is the memory of past happiness that makes the present so intolerable.

She could see that to lose a sibling was hard: it could only seem unnatural:out of time, out of order, a vicious re-run of your own departure into nothingness.

Fortunately, there is more to life than death. There is for one thing, fiction. A thousand thousand characters to be sent marching out into the world to divert time from its forward gallop to the terrible horizon.

Life's too short. If it's going to make you happy, then that's the way to go.

Leo Tolstoy quote: 'The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.' " "Thank you for that, Jack," Charles said tongue in cheek.

to the farm at two o'clock this afternoon

becoming slower and sweeter. She

pot of coffee. By the time she packed up her work and sent it off, the coffeepot would be empty

Al final, siempre gana el olvido.

Pronto se dirá de vosotros lo que suele ahora decirse de nosotros, murieron!!

Algún día no muy lejano pocos recordarán lo que pasó. — No te hagas mala sangre. Es ley de vida. Al final, siempre gana el olvido.

In the ordinary jumble of my literary drawer, I sometimes find texts I wrote ten, fifteen, or even more years ago. And many of them seem to me written by a stranger: I simply do not recognize myself in them. There was a person who wrote them, and it was I. I experienced them, but it was in another life, from which I just woke up, as if from someone else's dream.

I don't mourn the loss of my childhood; I mourn because everything, including (my) childhood, is lost.

Se depois de eu morrer, quiserem escrever a minha biografia, não há nada mais simples. Têm só duas datas: a da minha nascença e a da minha morte. Entre uma e outra coisa, todos os dias são meus