J. Michael Straczynski Quotes

If I look back I feel frightened, not happy, because my life is a bit of a mystery to me.

She would fain have caught at the skirts of that departing time, and prayed it to return, and give her back what she had too little valued while it was yet in her possession. What a vain show Life seemed! How unsubstantial, and flickering, and flitting! It was as if from some aerial belfry, high up above the stir and jar of the earth, there was a bell continually tolling, ‘All are shadows!—all are passing!—all is past!

I'm hopeless - all I know is that time is going past so fast.

I feel the fear touches on something deeper. A sense perhaps of, "My life is speeding past me and I can't get a handle on it."

I can't stand it to think my life is going so fast and I'm not really living it.

Time flies, and what is past is done.

I am growing old, and my future, so to speak, is already behind me.

That's probably the only thing I am afraid of: time.

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

I'm surprised I'm still living. I ain't really make the best of decisions in my life, but for some reason, it missed me. It's weird - that's what I always think, like, "Maybe something's going to happen."

Even now, as I write this, I can still feel that tightness. And I want you to feel it--the wind coming off the river, the waves, the silence, the wooded frontier. You're at the bow of a boat on the Rainy River. You're twenty-one years old, you're scared, and there's a hard squeezing pressure in your chest. What would you do? Would you jump? Would you feel pity for yourself? Would you think about your family and your childhood and your dreams and all you're leaving behind? Would it hurt? Would it feel like dying? Would you cry, as I did?

Few know the use of life before 'tis past.

Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.

I have spent most of my life worrying about things that have never happened.

We can never go back again, that much is certain. The past is still close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again, and that sense of fear, of furtive unrest, struggling at length to blind unreasoning panic - now mercifully stilled, thank God - might in some manner unforeseen become a living companion as it had before.

Worry is the product of a future that we cannot guarantee and guilt is the product of a past we cannot change.

There was confusion since I stood here 35 years ago.

This is life-and it is passing. What are we waiting for?

Jakie, is it my birthday or am I dying ?

The loss of control you fear is already in the past.

Age is provident because the less future we have the more we fear it.

Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time.

The best part of my life is gone, and what remains is whizzing past so quickly I feel like I'm Krazy-Glue'ed onto a mechanical bull of a time machine.

I feel an overwhelming rush of sadness... I'm just struck with a sense of time passing so quickly, rushing forward. One day I'll wake up and my whole life will be behind me, and it will seem to have gone as quickly as a dream.