Kate Atkinson Quotes

Even the best thief in the world can't steal time.

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

Time lost can never be recovered...and this should be written in flaming letters everywhere.

We can sell our time, but we can't buy it back.

That old bald cheater, Time.

When the time is gone, you can never get it back.

Remember always your end, and that lost time does not return.

As mankind grew obsessed with its hours, the sorrow of lost time became a permanent hole in the human heart. People fretted over missed chances, over inefficient days; they worried constantly about how long they would live, because counting life’s moments had led, inevitably, to counting them down. Soon, in every nation and in every language, time became the most precious commodity.

When you kill time, remember that it has no resurrection.

When I look back on my past and think how much time I wasted on nothing, how much time has been lost in futilities, errors, laziness, incapacity to live; how little I appreciated it, how many times I sinned against my heart and soul-then my heart bleeds. Life is a gift, life is happiness, every minute can be an eternity of happiness.

Time just gets away from us.

Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.

Pain has no effect but to steal some of my time.

A very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience.

We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?

The time you wait subtracts the joy The heads the angel you destroy

How much of human life is lost in waiting.

Life is never as long as we want it to be, and wasted time can never be recovered.

We are faced with the fact, my friends, that tomorrow is today. Procrastination is still the thief of time. Over the bleached bones and jumbled residues of numerous civilizations are written the pathetic words ‘Too Late’.

Economy is the thief of time.

[Alexander] Hamilton estimated portrait painters as thieves of time.

Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.

Life is wasted in the necessary preparation of finding what is the true way, and we die just as we enter it.

We're both thieves, Harvey Swick. I take time. You take lives. But in the end we're the same: both Thieves of Always.

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