Quotes About Time

When a man is overcome by anger, he has a poisoned fever. He loses his strength, he loses his power over himself and over others. He throws away time in which he might have gained the end he desires. The is no time for anger in the world. - The Ancient One

She felt as if she had lived a long, long time.

The fact was, however, that she was always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not herself remember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown-up people and the world they belonged to. She felt as if she had lived a long, long time.

One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one ise going to live forever and ever and ever

One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now.

bereavement; and now—an elderly man—

It was a worse thing, answered the Ancient One. It was anger. When a man is overcome by anger he has a poisoned fever. He loses his strength, he loses his power over himself and over others, he throws away time in which he might have gained the end he most desires. THERE IS NO TIME FOR ANGER IN THE WORLD.

In writing a life you search for the white pebbles you didn't know you dropped to define your way. When they disappear, you instinctively follow the glimmer of swamp fire to the deep woods where time and event collapse, to the original source where love flourishes still.

But, really, such an uprooting is instinctual. Time to rebel. Internal gears began to grind, propelling you forward—then you invent the reasons. My

It is not 2006 all over the world. So who are you in a place where 1950 or 1920 is about to arrive?

As much as you own an old house and garden, it owns you. There's a continuum in progress.

You know why trees smell the way they do? Murphy asked, looking up from her hammering. Sap? Logan guessed. Chlorophyll? Murphy shook her head. Stars. Trees breathe in starlight year after year, and it goes deep into their bones. So when you cut a tree open, you smell a hundred years' worth of light. Ancient starlight that took millions of years to reach earth. That's why trees smell so beautiful and old.

I'm not done arguing with you, Mrs.Fletcher. I'm going to convince you yet. Well I reckon I got ten or twenty more years in me before I pass on, Granny told him. So feel free to take your time.

What time are we upon and where do I belong?

I think that poetry is perfect for women raising children, with just bits of time and such need to connect to other women out of the isolation of motherhood.

Same Bat time, same Bat place.

Time is our delight and our prison. It binds all human beings together, since we all share the pleasures and burdens of memory, and we all know the anticipation of cherished goals and the dark prospect of personal mortality.

Everything else, every thought, goes fore and forever fades away into the recesses of time, and therein what remains is my soul's love for you.

Laura, illustrious through her own virtues, and long famed through my verses, first appeared to my eyes in my youth, in the year of our Lord 1327, on the sixth day of April, in the church of St. Clare in Avignon, at matins; and in the same city, also on the sixth day of April, at the same first hour, but in the year 1348, the light of her life was withdrawn from the light of day, while I, as it chanced, was in Verona, unaware of my fate...

She would be all out of breath and apologize fervently for being late, as though her lateness depended on such a rare and extenuating matrix of once-in-a-lifetime circumstances that it could never possibly happen again. And the next time she would be just as late.

It would take just a little more to drink and just a little more time.

And her mother had only made it worse by filling up every spare minute with her own job and part-time night school.

But to have had to wear that yucky candy striper's uniform all that time. Jessica pinched her nose with her fingers.

Where's Mom? I can't wait to tell her all about this." "She's going to be late. An appointment, I think." "Again?" Jessica pouted. "That makes three nights in a row! I thought mothers were supposed to stay home and fix dinner once in a while!