Quotes About Time

This day is going to be awful. It's the sort of day you wouldn't mind losing completely, even if it meant your life would be twenty-four hours shorter.

Good fortune can take forever to get to you, but as it turns out, sorrow is as quick as a shot.

When you fall in love like that, time doesn't matter. This was the secret he told Maria, the last words he ever said. What belonged to you once, will always belong to you. Be grateful if you have walked through the world with another's heart in your hand.

When you are young you are looking forward and when you are old you are looking back.

No barrier was strong enough to keep out the movement of time.

Don't waste time when there's someone you love.

We are only an instant, that's true. But we are eternal.

the past was what we carried with us, threaded to the future, and we decided whether to keep it close or let it go. Fate was both what we were given and what we made for ourselves.

Just know that what's done can be undone, but what's undone can never again be.

You never know what you want or need until you are old, for old age is a mystery that is impossible to unwind until you step into its maze.

A lifetime is a lifetime whether it lasts one night or a hundred years.

Although I am no longer caught in the past, the future seems like a ridiculous thing to me. Try to catch it, hold it in your hand. It disappears every time.

No one knows where time goes, all the same it disappears.

hoping that if she just walked down the same street fate would whirl her backward in time until she was once more (fill in your age), when the future was something she had not yet stepped into, when it was just an idea, a moment, something that had not disappointed her yet.

She wishes nightmares were all that kept her awake. She cannot tell which disturbs here more, the future or the past.

The music of your youth stays with you and winds itself around your heart. I hear one chord of Strawberry Fields Forever or Satisfaction and am instantly back in time. It doesn't matter where I am, suddenly I'm walking through the woods, I'm in my best friend's room ...

Life all happened so quickly; people tell you it will, but you won't believe it until it happens to you. Cry all you want, being young will slip through your hands and you will be left standing there, you who were once so young, not recognizing yourself or your life.

Margaret thought of all she knew for certain, that day would always follow night that love was never wasted nor was it lost.

Everything seemed slow, molasses slow, lovesick slow.

I read Greek myths. I read about far off places, Venice and Paris. I read about men who searched for things they could not find at home, and women who fell in love with the wrong person and waited for the arrival of their beloved for so long that a year was no different from a single day. The same thing was happening to me. Years were passing. I was already a woman, and I still wasn't done reading.

Time wasn't the same anymore. Doors were slamming shut before we even knew they'd been opened. Good fortune can take forever to get to you, but as it turns out, sorrow is as quick as a shot.

All that will ever be has already been written long before it happens. There is nothing we can do to stop it.

But in battle you cannot tell another when it is his time to enter the World-to-Come, nor is it possible to keep any man in this world when he wishes to leave it behind.

She kept a stack of books near the tub so she could read in the bath, even though the edges of the pages turned moldy. She read on trains and on buses, which often made her late as she was forever missing her stop.