Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings.

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of...

The sun burnt every day. It burnt time.

No life goes past so swiftly as an eventless one, no clock spins like a clock whose days are all alike.

Maybe nothing ever happens once and is finished. Maybe happen is never once but like ripples maybe on water after the pebble sinks, the ripples moving on, spreading, the pool attached by a narrow...

A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune

Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.

The past is never dead. It's not even past.

I will have papers. And whether it is one George or the other who rules in time - this land will be ours. And yours, he added softly, raising his eyes to Brianna's. And your children's after you. I...

A deep belief that your moment in time is the pinnacle, the only standard of judgment extending from the creation of light until the black apocalypse, that what you believe right now is eternal truth...

And if you don't find what you're looking for?"At Roy's question Addie looked up."Then all I've lost is time.

Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our knowledge is measured by year's. We grab a few minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. we rush back to our desks, we watch the...

A repetition is the re-enactment of past experience toward the end of isolating the time segment which has lapsed in order that it, the lapsed time, can be savored of itself and without the usual...

Last summer I picked up a yellow scrap of newspaper and read of a Biloxi election in 1948, and in it I caught the smell of history more pungently than from the metal marker telling of the French and...

In the silence of the woods it felt like I could hear the passage of time, of life passing by. One person leaves, another appears. A thought flits away and another takes its place. One image bids...

It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night," the bartender says, loudly striking a book match and lighting a cigarette. "You can't fight it.

Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.

...the thought went through his mind that beauty is a spark which flares up when two ages meet across the distance of time, that beauty is a clean sweep of chronology, a rebellion against time.

When someone is young, he is not capable of conceiving of time as a circle, but thinks of it as a road leading forward to ever-new horizons; he does not yet sense that his life contains just a single...

Whenever I think about ancient cultures nostalgia seizes me. Perhaps this is nothing but envy of the sweet slowness of the history of that time. The era of ancient Egyptian culture lasted for several...

I thought, it's a shame we have to live, but it's a shame that we only get one life, because if I had had two lives, I would have spent one with her. Then I would have continued to live with her in...

From space, astronauts can see people making love as a tiny speck of light. Not light, exactly, but a glow that could be confused for light - a coital radiance that takes generations to pour like...

The hard and unexpected part is the realization not just that my son is not here but that the boy he was is gone forever. I would give anything to have them both back. But of course that cannot be....

To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.

Change can be accommodated by any system depending on its rate, Crake used to say. Touch your head to a wall, nothing happens, but if the same head hits the wall at ninety miles an hour, it's red...

Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.

Time folds you in its arms and gives you one last kiss, and then it flattens you out and folds you up and tucks you away until it's time for you to become someone else's past time, and then time folds...

Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?

Sometimes it’s better to leave everything as it is. Time is not a spinning wheel. Time is yarn.

The passage of time was relentless and capricious, and one would lose the battle with it in the end. The only resistance a man could offer was to make the most of time, exploit it without trying to...