Time was spinning numerous threads for its tapestry, some to be woven together, some to entangle or fray, others merely to perish and pass away. Weatherwitch
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Quote:- Time was such an odd thing. One moment you could talk to someone, then suddenly, they were gone.
Raven's Strike
Author:- Patricia Briggs
Category:- time
Quote:- Time was the most precious thing in the world to me, and I’d just given her all of it. Because I was falling for her. Because I cared for her. Because I wanted to give her something to remember me by, even if it would eventually fade like its namesake. Time… what an absolute horror-inducing word
Ruin
Author:- Rachel Van Dyken
Category:- time
Quote:- Time was when a parent had the right to offer a child's life to the gods; to sell the child into captivity; to live by a child's sweat; to do all but cook and eat a child. But long after such visible exploitation was put beyond the pale, an invisible exploitation went on unchallenged, since[sic], owing its existence to its[sic] parents, the child was held to be indentured to them for an advance of sacrifices so great that a lifetime of service could scarcely hope to repay it[sic]. This was not called exploitation; it went by the name of love. Even in your time, when it began to be the vogue to set the young free, parental authority was still equated with parental love by all but the few poets and dissecters[sic] of the psyche who voiced their doubts. Like patriotism, parental love was considered sacred. But[...] the pendulum had swung, as pendulums do, completely the other way. In my time,[...] all other forms of love[...] had come overnight to be accepted[.][...][W]hat else is love itself but awareness at its highest pitch?
A Matter of Life and Death
Author:- Virgilia Peterson-Sapieha
Category:- time
Quote:- Time wasn't passing so much as kneeling beside him in a torn tee-shirt disclosing the rodent-nosed tits of a man who disdains the care of his once-comely bod.
Infinite Jest
Author:- David Foster Wallace
Category:- time
Quote:- Time will always be invested and spent by anything that is living. It is impossible to be saved.
words from a man that knows nothing: a collection of thoughts and poems
Author:- Tim Storrs
Category:- time
Quote:- Time will generally lessen the interest of every attachment not within the daily circle.
Emma
Author:- Jane Austen
Category:- time
Quote:- Time will not erode it nor will it halt its growth, for our love is everlasting and ever growing.
Author:- Ivy Wynter
Category:- Love
Quote:- Time will tell, I suppose, or at least, these pages will.
Fighting Ruben Wolfe
Author:- Markus Zusak
Category:- time
Quote:- Time with you has become my most precious currency. This love is our love, and oh, how priceless it isto have my heartand your heartat this very intersection of bothtime and space.
Push and Pull
Author:- Belle Townsend
Category:- Love,Relationships
Quote:- Time works so hard for us, if only we can let it.
The Likeness
Author:- Tana French
Category:- time,hope
Quote:- Time would tell how much he would remember, if anything at all. She hoped to high heaven that it was the latter.
Once I Knew
Author:- Victoria Lynn
Category:- time
Quote:- Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.
Phrynette Married
Author:- Marthe Troly-Curtin
Category:- time
Quote:- Time, as far as my father was concerned, was a gift you gave to other people.
Becoming
Author:- Michelle Obama
Category:- time
Quote:- Time, as it grows old, teaches all things.
Prometheus Bound
Author:- Aeschylus
Category:- time
Quote:- Time, Eddie had decided during this period, was in large part created by external events. When a lot of interesting shit was happening, time seemed to go by fast. If you got stuck with nothing but the usual boring shit, it slowed down. And when everything stopped happening, time apparently quit altogether. Just packed up and went to Coney Island. Weird but true.
Wolves of the Calla
Author:- Stephen King
Category:- time
Quote:- Time, I think, is like walking backward away from something: say, from a kiss. First there is the kiss; then you step back, and the eyes fill up your vision, then the eyes are framed in the face as you step further away; the face then is part of a body, and then the body is framed in a doorway, then the doorway framed in the trees beside it. The path grows longer and the door smaller, the trees fill up your sight and the door is lost, then the path is lost in the woods and the woods lost in the hills. Yet somewhere in the center still is the kiss. That's what time is like.
Engine Summer
Author:- John Crowley
Category:- time