Quotes About Time

I'm not getting it all sorted, she worried. I'm not getting it right. You are brilliant, the Voice reassured her. It is imperfect. So are all things trapped in time. You are brilliant, nonetheless. How fortunate for Us that We thirst for glorious souls rather than faultless ones, or We should be parched indeed, and most lonely in Our perfect righteousness. Carry on imperfectly, shining Ista.

the trouble with oaths of the form, death before dishonor , is that eventually, given enough time and abrasion, they separate the world into two sorts of people: the dead, and the forsworn.

No, no, never send interim reports, said Miles. Only final ones. Interim reports tend to elicit orders. Which you must then either obey, or spend valuable time and energy evading, which you could be using to solve the problem.

Stand before his grave and use your gift of breath to complain of your limited time. If you dare.

History does not so much repeat as echo, I suppose.

So the difference between a criminal and a hero is the order in which their vile crimes are committed. And justice comes with a sell-by date. In that case, you'd better hurry. You wouldn't want your heroism to spoil.

How fortunate that science hasn't cracked human immortality. It's a great blessing that we can outlive old wars. And old warriors.

Arhys would have protected you from this choice, as a father would a beloved child. Arhys is wrong in this. I give you a woman's choice, here, at the last gasp. He looks to spare you pain this one night. I look to your nights for the next twenty years. There is neither right nor wrong in this, precisely. But the time to amend all choices runs out like Porifors's water.

Pain, like time, is going to come on regardless. Question is, what glorious moments can you win from life in addition to the pain?

Change is a function of time and experience, and time is implacable.

Divide the infinite future into five-minute blocks, and take them one by one.

So in the physics of the heart, distance is relative; it's time that's absolute.

You have more years ahead of you now than Pejar, half your age, whom we buried outside these walls these two days past. Stand before his grave and use your gift of breath to complain of your limited time. If you dare.

his time being divided into days with too many things to do, and days with far too many things to do

If she finished her work—hah, now there was a fantasy, this work would never be finished, only abandoned, or, all right, passed on—she might squeeze out another day off by next weekend.

she had switched from counting her years not up from birth, but back from death—a grab-bag of time not growing, but shrinking, use it or lose it.

Pero el dolor... no me parece motivo suficiente para dejar que la vida pase de largo. Cuando uno está muerto no siente dolor. Al igual que el tiempo, el dolor pasará de todos modos. La pregunta es, ¿cuántos momentos gloriosos eres capaz de arrebatarle a la vida a pesar del dolor?

But pain ... seems to me an insufficient reason not to embrace life. Being dead is quite painless. Pain, like time, is going to come on regardless. Question is, what glorious moments can you win from life in addition to the pain?

When the time came to leap in faith, whether you had your eyes open or closed or screamed all the way down or not made no practical difference.

Realize this, though. Half my genes run through your body, and my selfish genome is heavily evolutionarily preprogrammed to look out for its copies. The other half is copied from the man I admire most in all the worlds and time, so my interest is doubly riveted.

I planned my life by the hour as closely as one plans a year, and no further than an hour.

But you come to the end of yourself, and time runs on, and leaves you. Her years with Tien had

My mama used to say to me, What, you don't have time to do it right, but you do have time to do it over?

Ivan?" Falco prodded. "Huh?" Ivan started. "Oh, you know I'm fine, sir!" "So we all have long hoped," Falco murmured. "Well, that disposes of that issue. Next, adultery. Do either of you accuse the other of adultery?" "There's hardly been time, sir!" said Ivan indignantly.