Prodigy Quotes

Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

The trouble with travelling back later on is that you can never repeat the same experience.

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.

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

Memory has a heavy backspin, yet it’s still impossible to land exactly where we took off.

In the life of one man, never The same time returns.

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come Again in this identical guise.

It is difficult to live in the present, ridiculous to live in the future and impossible to live in the past. Nothing is as far away as one minute ago.

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

There is no past that we can bring back to us by the longing for it.

Time is something you can't get back.

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

The calendar has a magic that makes us imagine a memory can be resurrected and revived, but nothing returns.

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

Nothing comes back. The eye sees for a moment, the ear hears, but look, now it is gone.

Time jumps. It leaps. It pours away like water through fingers.

Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

Then I turned to him commanding That he go the way he came, whence he came. But he answered me in sorrow, "May the Past not seek to borrow From the Present without blame - Just one memory from its store, Ere it goes to come no more, Back the pathway that it came, whence it came?"

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

I did not want to move. For I had the feeling that this was a place, once seen, that could not be seen again. If I left and then came back, it would not be the same; no matter how many times I might return to this particular spot the place and feeling would never be the same, something would be lost or something would be added, and there never would exist again, through all eternity, all the integrated factors that made it what it was in this magic moment.

She wondered if all the firsts in her life would go by so quickly, and be forgotten just as quickly.

Time moves only forward, never back. We look forward to a moment and then it arrives and an instant later it is gone. Like something on the surface of a river that we reached for but did not touch in time and it carried on, away. You cannot be a prisoner of your past against your will. Because you can only live in the past inside your mind.