Quotes About Time

Fíjate que no dice "entrena con el kilometraje mínimo". Otra manera de formularlo podría ser "usa tu tiempo de entrenamiento de forma sensata". Para aquellos que tenemos un trabajo de jornada completa, esposa, hijos, una casa que mantener y otras responsabilidades, usar el tiempo de entrenamiento de forma sensata es más que una filosofía. Es una necesidad.

There's no such thing as writing about the future. The future hasn't happened yet.

Saul's vitals were not human, but familiar: he never told me he was from another world: I never told him I was from his future.

Christmas was almost four months in the rearview mirror, and there was something awful about Christmas music when it was nearly summer. It was like a clown in the rain, with his makeup running.

Ig had not been inside for years, but it was much as he remembered it. The foundry lay open to the sky, brick arches and pillars rising away into the slanting reddish light. Thirty years of overlapping graffiti covered the walls. The individual messages were mostly incoherent, but then perhaps the individual messages were of no importance. It seemed to Ig that all such messages were the same at heart: I Am; I Was; I Want To Be.

Kids always think they're coming into a story at the beginning, when usually they're coming in at the end.

Thirty years of overlapping graffiti covered the walls. The individual messages were mostly incoherent, but then perhaps the individual messages were of no importance. It seemed to Ig that all such messages were the same at heart: I Am; I Was; I Want to Be.

So much of what was best in life went unnoticed in the moments you had it.

Christmas was almost three months in the rearview mirror, and there was something awful about Christmas music when it was nearly summer. It was like a clown in the rain, with his makeup running.

Getting old is no way to stop being young.

FEAR THICKENS TIME, TURNS IT slow and viscous. One second of deeply felt terror lasts longer than ten regular seconds.

He had been a demon for just two days, but the time when he knew what it was like to be loved seemed to exist in a hazily recalled past, to have been left behind long ago.

It's awfully good of some people to have asked me to take the job, but I'd rather read about a grand escape than plan one. Besides, I'm terrible at keeping secrets and I hate to scheme against people. It seems rude. I don't deal with guilt well and I'm worried we might hurt some feelings in the process of defending ourselves. Also, I am juggling a couple of books. Being a full-time conspirator would take away from my reading time.

So much of what was best in life went unnoticed in the moments you had it. The

You don't want to start A Game of Thrones when you might catch fire all of a sudden. There's something horribly unfair about dying in the middle of a good story, before you have a chance to see how it all comes out. Of course, I suppose everyone always dies in the middle of a good story, in a sense. Your own story. Or the story of your children. Or your grandchildren.

Gedding old is no way to stop being young.

The best works of art have a tendency to fall through time differently than human beings. They remember, but they also anticipate. A good piece can mean different things to different people at different times, and all of those meanings are true, even if they contradict one another.

Invent a way not to ged old," he said. "It is a terrible goddem trick to play on someone. Gedding old is no way to stop being young.

FEAR THICKENS TIME, TURNS IT slow and viscous.

The past is always close, so close you can sing along with it, anytime you like.

Later, she thought, not imagining that there wouldn't be a later. Not for Father Storey.

I feel like most folks want a book they feel like they have time to finish. You don't want to start A Game of Thrones when you might catch fire all of a sudden. There's something horribly unfair about dying in the middle of a good story, before you have a chance to see how it all comes out.

Todo dia é 11 de setembro – disse ela. – Como é possível viver quando todo dia é 11 de setembro?

A gente esquecia que o tempo e o espaço eram uma coisa só até eles começarem a se mover depressa, até os pinheiros e postes de telefonia começarem a passar chispando. Então, no meio de toda essa velocidade, o tempo se expandia, de modo que o segundo que se levava para percorrer sete metros começava a durar mais do que outros segundos.