A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
Years are like candy bars... We're paying more, but they're getting shorter.
Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing.
Oh yeah, waiting sucks.
The best thing about growing older is that it takes such a long time.
That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly.
The waiting is the hardest part.
But the waiting time, my brothers, Is the hardest time of all.
They say everybody gets 15 minutes. I hope I'm just inside the first minute and the next 14 go really slow.
Que pour les malheureux l'heure lentement fuit! How slowly the hours pass to the unhappy.
This afternoon held that special quality of mournful emptiness I've connected with late Sunday afternoons ever since childhood: the feeling of having nothing to do.
Six weeks is a long time to wait, and a still longer time for a girl to keep a secret.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.
How slow and still the time did drag along.
The days were heavy and sticky. All identical, one the same as the other. Soon they would even get rid of their one remaining distinction, the shell of their names: Monday, Tuesday, Thursday.
I say to this night: "Pass more slowly"; and the dawn will come to dispel the night.
He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.
By the time everyone catches up with you, you're bored.
Things don't happen that fast in real life.
Half a page--and the morning is already ancient.
The biggest change is that time just goes by so fast when you're on the road. It seems like it's only been a month or so since I've been back and it's already been more than half a year. I can't complain, though. I'm in a great spot right and it's up to me to take advantage of it while I can.
Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.
