Time

"Time...a maniac scattering dust."

"We spend too much time keeping up with celebrities. They're living their dreams, what about you? Are you where you want to be in life. Get off the couch, turn off the tv and start achieving your goals."

"A real dreamer must have a mutual trust with time."

"Time, the spaces of light and dark, had long since lost orderliness."

"Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind."

"I miss being the age when I thought I'd have my shit together by the time I was the age I am now.."

"And there was that trick he did with time, making it speed up when we were together and drag til I saw him again."

"I spent the next three hours in classrooms, trying not to look at the clocks over various blackboards, and then looking at the clocks, and then being amazed that only a few minutes had passed since I last looked at the clocks, but their sluggishness never ceased to surprise. If I am ever told that I have one day to live, I will head straight for the hallowed halls of Winter Park High School, where a day has been known to last a thousand years."

"Time passes: yesterday has gone for ever but tomorrow never comes. Let's make the most of today."

"Time can play all sorts of tricks on you. In the blink of an eye, babies appear in carriages, coffins disappear into the ground, wars are won and lost, and children transform, like butterflies, into adults. That's what happened to me. Once upon a time, I was a boy named Hugo Cabret, and I desperately believed that a broken automaton would save my life. Now that my cocoon has fallen away and I have emerged as a magician named Professor Alcofrisbas, I can look back and see that I was right. The automaton my father discovered did save me. But now I have built a new automaton. I spent countless hours designing it. I made every gear myself, carefully cut every brass disk, and fashioned every bt of machinery with my own hands. When you wind it up, it can do something I'm sure no other automaton in the world can do. It can tel you the incredible story of Georges Melies, his wife, their goddaughter, and a beloved clock maker whose son grew up to be a magician. The complicated machinery inside my automaton can produce one-hundred and fifty-eight different pictures, and it can wrote, letter, by letter, an entire book, twenty-six thousand one hundred and fifty-nine words. These words. THE END"

"The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day."

"There would be a time, when you will ask for nothing but life."

"Surely even those immune from the world, for the time being, need the touch of one another, or all is lost."

"Time is the empty space that allows knowledge—let alone wisdom—to grow."

"In the end, Nora, there’s only time. All we have is time…and even if this wasn’t happening, we still don’t ever have much…no one does. We only have the moment we’re in. We have right now."

"How much time? Not as much as I had yesterday."

"This is going to take forever."I wouldn't mind spending forever with you," Zaid winked."

"It’s quite certain there are places to which the whole past is as though attached, on which are traced in secret letters for people who are centuries removed from us their thoughts, their will…"

"I don't think a single one of them had any clear idea of time, as we at the end of countless ages have. They still belonged to the beginnings of time—"

"Arriving someplace more desirable at some future time is an illusion. This is it."