Anthony Doerr Quotes

Neither technology nor efficiency can acquire more time for you, because time is not a thing you have lost. It is not a thing you ever had.

Time slips through our hands like grains of sand, never to return again.

A year's a long time, but it also flickers past in no time at all.

People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don't acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are memories that will remain, memories of the time when there was still time left.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

Lost - yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever.

I have never been able to grasp the meaning of time. I don't believe it exists. I've felt this again and again, when alone and out in nature. On such occasions, time does not exist. Nor does the future exist.

I think I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not really aware of that time passing. I don't feel that I'm wasteful with time. But I'm not aware of it passing.

But meanwhile time flies; it flies never to be regained.

Time never stood still for me. It went too fast; that was the bad thing about it!

It's hard, and I don't always get to see my kids. I will never catch up on that time I've missed.

Entire years had passed when he was rich enough in time to disregard the loose change of a minute, but now he obsessed over each one, this minute, the next minute, the one following, all of which were different terms for the same illusion.

Half a page--and the morning is already ancient.

Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the minutes.

We all spend so much time worrying about the future that the present moment slips right out of our hands. And so all we have left is retrospection and anticipation, retrospection and anticipation. In which case what's left to recall but past anticipation? What's left to anticipate but future retrospection?

The velocity with which time flies is infinite, as is most apparent to those who look back.

Every moment you steal from the present is a moment you've lost forever. There is only now.

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

We think very little of time present; we anticipate the future, as being too slow, and with a view to hasten it onward, we recall the past to stay it as too swiftly gone. We are so thoughtless, that we thus wander through the hours which are not here, regardless only of the moment that is actually our own.

In retirement, the passage of time seems accelerated. Nothing warns us of its flight. It is a wave which never murmurs, because there is no obstacle to its flow.

The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.

Days go by I can feel 'em flying like a hand out the window in the wind!

You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable. You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons. Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.

But what are years, what are months!" he would exclaim. "Why count the days, when even one day is enough for man to know all happiness.