An English girl might well believe that time is how you spend your love.

Places remained and time flowed through them like wind through the grass. Right now. This was the future turning into the past. One thing becoming another. Like a flame on the end of a match. Wood...

As far as he can tell, that's what Odo spends most of his time doing: being in time, like one sits by the river, watching the water go by. It's a lesson hard learned, just to sit there and be.

Time and death sleep side by side.

Since time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence-neither speed up nor slow down, add to nor diminish-it is an imponderably valuable gift.

I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.

Love is not love Which alters when alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: Oh, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken.

Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.

Relationship Time to Aloneness. And I remember about that. Having a companion fixes you in time and that the present, but when the quality of aloneness settles down, past, present, and future all flow...

Time interval is a strange and contradictory matter in the mind. It would be reasonable to suppose that a routine time or an eventless time would seem interminable. It should be so, but it is not. It...

Men who work at Time have a life expectancy which is not long said the young man from Newsweek

If you've ever tried to keep a diary, then you'll know that the problem of trying to write about the past really starts in the present: No matter how fast you write, you're always stuck in the and you...

I write this in the moonlight, straining my ears to hear beyond the cold mechanical clock to the warm biological noises of the night, but my being is attuned only to one thing, the relentless rhythm...

She sat back on her heels and nodded. The thought experiment she proposed was certainly odd, but her point was simple. Everything in the universe was constantly changing, and nothing stays the same,...

The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist ? It feels like it exists, but where is it ? And if it did exists, but doesn't now, then where did it go ?

Time is the longest distance between two places.

POZZO: I woke up one fine day as blind as Fortune. Sometimes I wonder if I'm not still asleep.VLADIMIR: And when was that?POZZO: I don't know.VLADIMIR: But no later than yesterday-POZZO: Don't...

Because neither she nor Port had ever lived a life of any kind of regularity, they had both made the fatal error of coming hazily to regard time as non-existent. One year was like another year....

We are wasting time.Time wastes itself. Who are we to float in its way?

Contemporary' was in those days {1953} synonymous with 'modern' as it had not been before and is not now {1977}.

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...