Quotes About Time

Cuando se vuelve a ver a alguien después de muchos años, habría que sentarse, uno frente al otro, y no decir nada durante horas para que, al amparo del silencio, la consternación pudiese saborearse a sí misma.

Books have to be read (worse luck it takes so long a time). It is the only way of discovering what they contain. A few savage tribes eat them, but reading is the only method of assimilation revealed to the West.

Don't be mysterious; there isn't the time.

The advance of regret can be so gradual that it is impossible to say "yesterday I was happy, today I am not.

A slow nature such as Maurice's appears insensitive, for it needs time even to feel.

As her time in Florence drew to a close she was only at ease amongst those to whom she felt indifferent.

The present flowed by them like a stream. The tree rustled. It had made music before they were born, and would continue after their deaths, but its song was of the moment. The moment had passed. The tree rustled again. Their senses were sharpened, and they seemed to apprehend life. Life passed. The tree rustled again.

The past is devoid of meaning like the present, and a refuge for cowards.

Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand.

Books have to be read (worse luck, for it takes a long time); it is the only way of discovering what they contain.

A thousand little civilities create tenderness in time.

Too late... everything's always too late.

The ethereal past had blinded him, and the highest happiness he could dream was a return to it.

The Garden of Eden," pursued Mr. Emerson, still descending, "which you place in the past, is really yet to come. We shall enter it when we no longer despise our bodies.

If you pass life by it's jolly well going to pass you by in the future. If you're frightened it's all right--that's no harm; fear is an emotion.

They too entered the world of dreams- that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity.

A slow nature such as Maurice's appears insensitive, for it needs time even to feel. Its instinct is to assume that nothing either for good or evil has happened, and to resist the invader. Once gripped, it feels acutely, and its sensations in love are particularly profound. Given time, it can know and impart ecstasy; given time, it can sink to the heart of Hell.

Houses have their own ways of dying, falling as variously as the generations of men, some with a tragic roar, some quietly, but to an after-life in the city of ghosts, while from others—and thus was the death of Wickham Place—the spirit slips before the body perishes . . . By September it was a corpse, void of emotion, and scarcely hallowed by the memories of thirty years of happiness.

Pray don't waste time mourning over me. There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it. Good-bye.

Long books, when read, are usually overpraised, because the reader wants to convince others and himself that he has not wasted his time.

She lowered her eyes a moment to the black abyss of the past.

How annoyed I am with Society for wasting my time by making homosexuality criminal. The subterfuges, the self-consciousness that might have been avoided

But Love cannot understand this. He cannot comprehend another's infinity; he is conscious only of his own—flying sunbeam, falling rose, pebble that asks for one quiet plunge below the fretting interplay of space and time. He knows that he will survive at the end of things, and be gathered by Fate as a jewel from the slime, and be handed with admiration round the assembly of the gods.

love is eternal.