#time

Oareşce emoţii sunt de aşteptat de la un anticar când e luat pe sus, direct din pat, şi dus la Comandatură. Bine măcar că şoferul nici nu mă bagă în seamă, conduce maşina pe străzile încă pustii cu aroganţa învingătorului. Fericiţi cei ce nu-şi cunosc viitorul! Mă întreb ce-ar spune dacă i-aş şopti la ureche că, nu peste foarte mult timp, va fi mort, prizonier sau măcar muritor de foame. ↗

— Stefana Cristina Czeller

#nemira #science-fiction #time-travel #timp #science

Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#time

With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can’t appreciate what we have ↗

— Mitch Albom

#sacrifice

Zach,” I said as I lay there “Where did you go? When you were looking for me?” I shifted in his arms, looked into his eyes. “Crazy.” His voice was a whisper against my skin. “I went crazy. ↗

— Ally Carter

#cammie #gallagher-girls #out-of-sight #out-of-time #zach

I wanted to go on sitting there, not talking, not listening to the others, keeping the moment precious for all time, because we were peaceful all of us, we were content and drowsy even as the bee who droned above our heads. In a little while it would be different, there would come tomorrow, and the next day and another year. And we would be changed perhaps, never sitting qite like this again. Some of us would go away, or suffer, or die, the future stretched away in front of us, unknown, unseen, not perhaps what we wanted, not what we planned. This moment was safe though, this could not be touched. Here we sat together, Maxim and I, hand-in-hand, and the past and the future mattered not at all. This was secure, this funny little fragment of time he would never remember, never think about again…For them it was just after lunch, quarter-past-three on a haphazard afternoon, like any hour, like any day. They did not want to hold it close, imprisoned and secure, as I did. They were not afraid. ↗

— Daphne du Maurier

#change

Stop running, you fools!" Kronos yelled. "Stand and ACKK!" That last part was because a panicked Hyperborean giant stumbled backwards and sat on top of him. The lord of time disappeared under a giant blue butt. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#hyperborean-giant #kronos #lord-of-time #running

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day. ↗

— Edith Wharton

#day #daytime #window #day

I am old enough to know that time passing is just a trick, a convenience. Everything is always there, still unfolding, still happening. The past, the present, and the future, in the noggin eternally, like brushes, combs and ribbons in a handbag. ↗

— Sebastian Barry

#scripture

Time is more precious than gold, more precious than diamonds, more precious than oil or any valuable treasures. It is time that we do not have enough of; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely. ↗

— Cecelia Ahern

#wise

This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountain down. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#time #flowers