Sorrow eats time. Be patient. Time eats sorrow.

It was his wedding day, and then it was any day; it was nothing, and then it was forever.

Ours is a culture of the perpetual present, one that deliberately severs itself from the past that created us as well as the future we are shaping with our actions.

The prison bars deny you the now. You are forced to always think about the past or the future.

It is said that the present is pregnant with the future.

Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified and mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process.

Time is a creation of vague mind used to describe an unknown dimension in the 3D world.

I am lost in the paradigm of life, death and time. The only thing I have learnt about this paradigm is that the time is running between life and death and with every passing day we are getting closer...

Human existence is as a result of the evolution of time

Changes is the mother of time. Absence of changes makes no time.

Time is the most valuable coin in your life. You and you alone will determine how that coin will be spent. Be careful that you do not let other people spend it for you.

So of course time is necessary. But nevertheless damn painful, for it transforms all the pieces of your life - joy and sorrow, youth and age, love and hate, terror and bliss - from fire into smoke...

The years teach much the days never know.

Today will die tomorrow.

Time has always been the greatest ally to Truth, because Time eventually relieves and reveals all.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us... on the inside, looking out.

I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

We have had a good time while we were young, but it is in the nature of Time to fly.

Time is what keeps everything from happening at once. - RAY CUMMINGS

Tuesday, 10:03 p.m. PST

Once upon a time wasn't as long ago as it used to be.

Time is the "moving image of eternity."

Do we miss not only the past but every future the lost past describes? Is that just the nature of missing? All the lost might - have - beens? The certainty that those uncertain futures are gone?

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

Life, if you keep chasing it so hard, will drive you to death. Time—when pursued like a bandit—will behave like one; always remaining one country or one room ahead of you, changing its name and...

Time - - when pursued like a bandit - - will behave like one; always remaining one country or one room ahead of you, changing its name and hair color to elude you, slipping out the back door of the...

Time passed, worlds diverged.

Maybe I just worried too much about things. Maybe I consistently hesitated to risk letting the thing we had together deteriorate into a romance. I don't know any more. I used to know, but I lost the...

He did not understand how such a short time in this house could have returned him to adolescence. He could package the place as hell's interpretation of the Fountain of Youth and make a fortune: just...