Quotes About Time

There is something shut up in you, something big that's about to be released—dreams, books, movies, inventions, businesses, ministries, potential that you haven't tapped into, gifts and talents that you hadn't known were there. You haven't seen them yet because it hasn't been the right time, but your season is coming. The good break, the promotion, the opportunity—it's on the way.

How much time and energy are you spending trying to get approval, trying to be well-liked, trying to keep this friend impressed, trying to stay in this coworker's favor? Take the pressure off. I would much rather spend my time pleasing God than trying to please people.

There is treasure in you, waiting to be developed. Redeem the time. Make a decision to grow in some way every day. If you keep sharpening your skills, and getting better, God promises your gifts will make room for you. Like David, because you are prepared, I believe and declare God is about to thrust you into the fullness of your destiny. He will open doors that no man can shut. You will go further than you could imagine and become the winner He's created you to be.

When doubt comes saying, "It would have happened by now. It's too late." This is where many people miss their miracle. They get discouraged and think that God has forgotten about them. You need patient endurance. Don't get talked out of it.

Time taken from family activity and business to seek God's blessing is never wasted.

Cush of Ezekiel's day sat far more northwest than the Ethiopia of today.

Every rock-face tells a story, every valley hides a secret. You can see time itself shaped in these rocks, if you look.

It was enough to make a person suspicious. Spending too much time around Styx could do that to anyone.

In general, the longer you wait before fixing a bug, the costlier (in time and money) it is to fix.

May all your troubles last as long as your New Year's resolutions.

Memories are like everything else. They're a trap.

I don't fall in love very easily. It takes a long time, and then, when I have fallen in love, I'm still not sure. I'm suspicious of myself. What if tomorrow I don't feel the same? I have to wait, to be sure. And I wait and wait.

Goodbye forever" is the perfect joke, because forever is impossible. Every night I say it, and every morning I see my father again. Forever is meaningless. Tough talk, an empty threat. Forever is our secret handshake. Our code word. Our decoder ring. Not a measurement of time at all. I know this because "Goodbye Forever" comes easily. The passage of actual time is much more difficult.

I have no use for before and after pictures. I can't remember starting, and I am never done.

The more things change, the more you still don't love me.

Maybe next year is the year. Maybe last year.

There are no sweeter words than this: nothing lasts forever.

I will always love you, or anyway, I will always have loved you now.

We'll always have yesterday.

With our limited life spans, we mere mortals have to figure out what best to do with our time so that when it ends we aren't ashamed to put our name on it, call it our life.

There are twenty-five thousand, six hundred and twelve things you don't know about me. I'll tell you one each day." "That means it will take you seventy-plus years to know everything about me. When I turn one hundred, that will be the last one. Though I expect by then you'll know the very first and very last thing you need to know about me, the only one that matters." ~ Jon Forte

Too fast?" she asked. Had he read her mind, or did he share her concerns? "Can't tell. It moves like it moves. The trick is to make the in-between time quick, but draw out every moment like this"--he leaned down, kissed her again, proving the point by keeping the kiss going long enough she was breathless when he was done--"so it feels like the kind of forever you want. Then you have no regrets.

But he saw her and, God, it was exactly like last night. Everything he'd learn about this particular woman would fascinate him; he was sure of it. He'd want to learn more and more. This was real. [...] He'd take anything, even thirty minutes in a coffee shop, but she was running late. So he'd have to treat the next ten minutes as the most important of his life - without scaring the shit out of her.

Everything goes in slow motion around you, Marguerite. You steal time when people look at you.