Sarah Dessen Quotes

If I could, I would stop the passage of time. But hour follows on hour, minute on minute, each second robbing me of a morsel of myself for the nothing of tomorrow. I shall never experience this moment again.

Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change.

The problem with the future is that it keeps turning into the present.

Time is like a river made up of the events which happen, and a violent stream; for as soon as a thing has been seen, it is carried away, and another comes in its place, and this will be carried away too.

The swiftness of time is infinite, as is still more evident when we look back on the past.

We see which way the stream of time doth run.

alas! there is no casting anchor in the stream of time!

Forever - is composed of Nows - 'Tis not a different time... Let Months dissolve in further Months - And Years - exhale in Years.

Time comes to us softly, slowly. It sits beside us for a while. Then, long before we are ready, it moves on.

Time runs and flows and only our death succeeds in catching up with it. Photography is a blade which, in eternity, impales the dazzling moment.

Time ... advances like the slowest tide, but retreats like the swiftest torrent.

Time is clearly not our natural dimension. Thus it is that we are never really at home in time. Alternately, we find ourselves wishing to hasten the passage of time or to hold back the dawn. We can do neither, of course, but whereas the fish is at home in water, we are clearly not at home in time--because we belong to eternity.

It is almost startling to hear this warning of departed time sounding among the tombs, and telling the lapse of the hour, which, like a billow, has rolled us onward towards the grave.

Nothing is as far away as one minute ago.

Everything is in constant flux on this earth. Nothing keeps the same unchanging shape, and our affections, being attached to things outside us, necessarily change and pass away as they do. Always out ahead of us or lagging behind, they recall a past which is gone or anticipate a future which may never come into being; there is nothing solid there for the heart to attach itself to. Thus our earthly joys are almost without exception the creatures of a moment.

I hate time. It never does what you want it to.

All that remains of that minute is time in all its purity, bone-white time.

A song is like a picture of a bird in flight; the bird was moving before the picture was taken, and no doubt continued after.

All is flux; nothing stays still.

Time flies apace-we would fain believe that everything flies forward with it.

The future will soon be a thing of the past.

Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new... but who can understand and measure its sharp breath, its mystery and its design?

The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.

Time is round, and it rolls quickly.

A man must have grown old and lived long in order to see how short life is.