Quotes About Time

In the way of linear time, you might hear Nanabozho's stories as mythic lore of history, a recounting of the long-ago past and how things came to be. But in circular time, these stories are both history and prophecy, stories for a time yet to come.

And we think of it as simply time, as if it were one thing, as if we understood it. Maybe there is no such thing as time; there are only moments, each with its own story.

Our gift was time and attention and care and red-stained fingers. Heart berries, indeed.

There are some moments you'd rather sleep through, pass from point A to point B without awareness of the time passing or the events that carry you from present to future. And it's mostly those moments in which it's smarter-safer- to stay awake.

Not that my arms are getting tired or anything, but... how much longer is the hugging phase going to last?

Beer commercials usually show big men doing manly things, "You just killed a small animal: It's time for a lite beer." Why not a realistic beer commercial? "It's five o'clock in the morning, you've just pissed in a Dumpster: It's Miller time!"

The heads of strong old age are beautiful / Beyond all grace of youth

A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies, Let the rich life run to the roots again.

Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you fore defeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The square-limbed Roman letters Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well Builds his monument mockingly; For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun Die blind and blacken to the heart: Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained thoughts found The honey of peace in old poems.

She has to agree to have me. It could take some time, but I'm confident I can trick her into it.

Do you agree with that About saying 'forever' and being sure? I do. Will you tell me when you think you're there? Sure. Good. June? Yes? I'm there. You go ahead and take your time.

Big surprise, I put you to sleep. Don't feel bad. It happens all the time.

You've been treading water," she said. "You're marking the years, not living them.

She reached her fingertips up to the hair at his temples. "You're showing a little gray here. Not much, but a little. I suppose I did that to you." "Probably. But I'm very tough—I can take it." "Oh,

She frowned as she looked at the bear, changed. He had a new leg, sewn out of blue-and-gray plaid. It wasn't exactly the same shape as the surviving leg; it was just a stuffed flannel tube stuck on the bear, but he was symmetrical now. "What did you do?" she asked, taking the bear. Preacher shrugged. "I told him I'd give it a try. Looks pretty silly, I guess, but it was a good idea at the time.

The law is the law. I'm just saying that for most of the judicial system, you do your crime, you serve your time. Brewster went to jail but he's still serving time and will be for the rest of his life. Ironically enough, he would've been slightly better off had he killed the girl instead of sleeping with her. And as a member of the judicial system, I'm not comfortable with that analysis.

Typically, the louder a voice gets, the bigger the knot in my gut grows. So I have to turn my heart and mind toward our Heavenly Father and ask, "Is this pit in my stomach about today or is it about what already happened in the past or about what I'm afraid might happen in the future?

If love is real, doesn't it then last forever? Why? Life is real, and it doesn't last either

Maybe it was the flu. It was certainly that time of year, and a grade school was a great breeding ground for all things contagious.

power for a while. It was while

Then why not slow down a little? What happened? You've got Viagra with an expiration date or something?

There's Klotho, of course. She's the youngest and she spins the thread of life while the middle sister Lachesis is the measurer. She selects one's lot in life and determines how long that life will be.

I don't understand it, you know. I was married for forty years before the Good Lord took my Aggie. I would've given my right arm and probably my left for a few more years with her and today . . . most marriages are thrown away before they've even begun. A shame, that's what it is, a damned shame.

All Good Things Comes To He Who Waits