Time Prompt Quotes

What the hell does it all mean? Does 11:11 really mean anything at all? Well, that simply depends on whether you believe life has meaning in the first place. ~ Harry Whitewolf

This is the church. Here she is. Lovely, irregular, sometimes sick and sometimes well. This is the body-like-no-other that God has shaped and placed in the world. Jesus lives here; this is his soul's address. There is a lot to be thankful for, all things considered. She has taken a beating, the church. Every day she meets the gates of hell and she prevails. Every day she serves, stumbles, injures, and repairs. That she has healed is an underrated miracle. That she gives birth is beyond reckoning. Maybe it's time to make peace with her. Maybe it's time to embrace her, flawed as she is. ~ Rachel Held Evans

The question of the right to privacy must be one of the defining issues of our time. ~ Ziad K. Abdelnour

Dreaming isn't wasted time. The waste comes when you have these wonderful dreams, but you don't do anything to make them real. ~ Michelle Jellen

A people may prefer a free government, but if, from indolence, or carelessness, or cowardice, or want of public spirit, they are unequal to the exertions necessary for preserving it. They are more or less unfit for liberty; and although it may be for their good to have had it even for a short time, they are unlikely long to enjoy it ~ John Stuart Mill

The magnitude gap is also reflected in different time perspectives. Oppression, violence, and cruelty fade much faster into the distant past for the perpetrator than for the victim. ~ Roy F. Baumeister

So far you've been like ... a great secret."
A teasing smile plays at his lips. "A secret, huh? Well, if you think you've spent enough time saying goodbye you can go back inside and I'll just plan to meet you in your room. Unless, you know, you're done with me."
"I'm never done with you. ~ Katie Klein

I am running because I love my country and Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi and Barack Obama are ruining it. It is time to take our country back and I am asking you to join me in this fight. ~ Scott Ashjian

I'm willing to do almost anything for you. I'd go back in time to change things if I could." He gazes down at me with determination. "But I'm not leaving you alone. ~ Erin Watt

I have trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am... I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense any more. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me. ~ Shawshank Redemption

Ella."
I jump when his warm hand covers mine, and then his head moves to rest on my
shoulder. His soft hair tickles my bare skin, and I force myself not to run a
comforting hand through it. He doesn't deserve comfort right now.
"You can't leave," he whispers, his breath fanning over my neck. "I don't want
you to go."
He kisses my shoulder, but there's nothing sexual about it. Nothing romantic in
the way his hand tightens over my knuckles.
"You belong with us. You're the best thing that ever happened to this family."
Surprise filters through me. Okay. Wow.
"You're ours," Easton mumbles. "I'm sorry about tonight. I really am, Ella.
Please…don't be mad at me."
My anger melts away. He sounds like a lost little boy, and I can't stop myself
from stroking his hair now. "I'm not mad. But dammit, Easton, the gambling needs
to stop. I might not be there to bail you out next time."
"I know." He groans. "You shouldn't have had to bail me out tonight. I promise
I'll pay you back, every last cent. I…" He lifts his head and presses a kiss to my
cheek. "Thank you for doing that. I mean it."
Sighing, I turn my eyes back to the road. "You're welcome. ~ Erin Watt

Our political culture is now so debased that we regularly hear 'do gooders' getting the blame for things. Enviromentalists trying to stop a coal-burning power plant or a new runway that will (let's just remember) DESTROY THE EARTH are branded as our enemies, these 'do gooders'. Like doing good is a bad thing. You read all the time in the press that 'do gooders' are to blame - a sweepingly derogatory term. Or even worse, the 'so-called do gooders'. I've never once read that the blame was being put fairly and squarely on 'cunts', and let's face it 'cunts' must be behind fucking things up far more things than 'do gooders'. If it's not 'cunts' then I blame those 'so-called cunts'. ~ Frankie Boyle

have you ever felt the love so close,
did you sense the cool wind it blows,
when the happiness is all around,
and the sync of beats of the heart become a beautiful sound,
when you don't fear the heights and the depth,
and you feel on cloud nine even on your heart's theft,
when the mystery and known become one,
and the face of him becomes next to the rising sun,
when you hold his hands and cross the bridges,
the lakes, the plateaus and the ridges,
you feel the world and yourself at the same time,
when the silence between you becomes a beautiful mime.
when you become the wicked child and he the teacher,
and then the love flows without any measure,
you feel his protection in the freedom,
you enjoy being the queen of his kingdom,
you fly in the sky, you run up the stairs, you dive into the sea,
you head to towns and cities with glee,
head on his shoulders and mind in his dreams,
oh, the soul becomes the swan of the love sea and swims,
what more you can ask from God in this lifetime,
when your love is synonymous to god's hymn?!
maybe it is more than what i said,
because it has all in it that never fades,
love truly and feel its beauty,
it is not just the pleasure or pain but a lifetime duty..... ~ Sangeeta Mann

There may be a long list of things to do, but really, there is just one thing on the list at any time. If you think of it like that, the whole world looks different and you can stay quite calm. Maybe everything will get done eventually and maybe not. You can always have hope. ~ Zoketsu Norman Fischer

I do not know if you remember the tale of the girl who saves the ship under mutiny by sitting on the powder barrel with her lighted torch and all the time knowing that it is empty? This has seemed to me a charming image of the women of my time. There they were, keeping the world in order by sitting on the mystery of life and knowing themselves that there was no mystery. ~ Isak Dinesen

I feel like I write songs for the future or something. Not in an arrogant way, but I feel like maybe my songs were, like, before their time or something. ~ Ellie Goulding

What does it feel like to be lonely? It feels like being hungry: like being hungry when everyone around you is readying for a feast. It feels shameful and alarming, and over time these feelings radiate outwards, making the lonely person increasingly isolated, increasingly estranged. It hurts, in the way that feelings do, and it also has physical consequences that take place invisibly, inside the closed compartments of the body. It advances, is what I'm trying to say, cold as ice and clear as glass, enclosing and engulfing. ~ Olivia Laing

Never enough time. It's never enough time. Was there enough time? ~ J. Michael Straczynski

Some of my finest memories are from my time at the University of Texas. ~ Roger Clemens

Every now and then, if I allow my mental focus to slip, I catch myself looking at her face and forgetting how to breathe. I guess these things take time to fade completely. ~ Melissa Keil

success isn't supposed to feel comfortable ~ Jordan Hoechlin

How embarrassing that she ever did something that silly. But, good God, she was seventeen. At that age, we're mostly high-pitched and crazy. All urgent chemicals raging around the blood course. And that's why we do dangerous and embarrassing things, as if simultaneously we're immortal and going to die tomorrow. And that's why we look back on that time so fondly from the dimmer years to come. Remembering the days when we were like Greek gods. Mighty and idiotic. ~ Charles Frazier

Pain is a debt paid off with time. ~ Matt Haig

What do you do with children, all the time? In Washington, she'd had charge of the kids on weekends; preschools and the nanny had borne the brunt of the day-to-day child-care responsibilities. She'd wanted more time with the kids, then. ~ Chris Pavone

MY MOTHER GETS DRESSED

It is impossible for my mother to do even
the simplest things for herself anymore
so we do it together,
get her dressed.

I choose the clothes without
zippers or buckles or straps,
clothes that are simple
but elegant, and easy to get into.

Otherwise, it's just like every other day.
After bathing, getting dressed.
The stockings go on first.
This time, it's the new ones,

the special ones with opaque black triangles
that she's never worn before,
bought just two weeks ago
at her favorite department store.

We start with the heavy, careful stuff of the right toes
into the stocking tip
then a smooth yank past the knob of her ankle
and over her cool, smooth calf

then the other toe
cool ankle, smooth calf
up the legs
and the pantyhose is coaxed to her waist.

You're doing great, Mom,
I tell her
as we ease her body
against mine, rest her whole weight against me

to slide her black dress
with the black empire collar
over her head
struggle her fingers through the dark tunnel of the sleeve.

I reach from the outside
deep into the dark for her hand,
grasp where I can't see for her touch.
You've got to help me a little here, Mom

I tell her
then her fingertips touch mine
and we work her fingers through the sleeve's mouthDaphne Gottlieb

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