Scott Snyder Quotes

Tristan and Yvaine were happy together. Not forever-after, for Time, the thief, eventually takes all things into his dusty storehouse, but they were happy, as these things go, for a long while

We tried not to age, but time had its rage.

I think it would be wrong to consider 'Ashes and Fire' a love album. The record is obsessed with time. I believe that there is a kinder view of the self on this record.

We tried not to age, but time had its rage.

Time marks us while we are marking time.

You can't halt time.

Days, pale slices between nights, they blend, not exactly alike, transparencies so lightly tinted that only stacked all together do they darken to a fatal shade.

I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die.

... but the longest day hath its evening.

She nods. You're good for the ones you love. You want to be good for the ones you love, because you know that your time with them will end up being too short, no matter how long it is.

The essence of being human is that, in the brief moment we exist on this spinning planet, we can love some persons and some things, in spite of the fact that time and death will ultimately claim us all.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough

So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying; Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.

Time sneaks up on you like a windshield on a bug.

It's life isn't it? You plow ahead and make a hit. And you plow on and someone passes you. Then someone passes them. Time levels.

We have been conditioned to see the passing of time as an adversary.

Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.

Time takes all and gives all.

Time stays, we go.

Faith, sir, we are here today, and gone tomorrow.

I have always been very obsessed with time. Time's passage makes us all very vulnerable and because we all experience it in our own way, it can make us feel very alone.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

The clock never stops, never stops, never waits. We're growing old. It's getting late.

The long time to come when I shall not exist has more effect on me than this short present time, which nevertheless seems endless.