Time Flies But Memories Quotes & Sayings

I think what turned me off of Christianity as a kid, and what I think turns other people off, is the thought that you have to sacrifice being cool to believe in God. — Samuel Larsen

I only want to talk to you. The robbers are all in bed by now. Drunks, drifters, and poets are the only ones up this late at night. — Kurt Vonnegut

Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader browner shade; Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think. — Thomas Gray

I put a hand up to cup his cheek, warm and lightly stubbled. I didn't fool myself that this was paradise or even a refuge from the war - wars tended not to stay in one place but moved around, much in the manner of cyclones and even more destructive where they touched down. But for however long it lasted, this was home, and now was peace. — Diana Gabaldon

As a mentalist, perhaps only Orson Wells was in Jason's league. After a career in television, Randal has my endorsement. He's simply the best I've ever seen! — Merv Griffin

But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon

I usually like to make really dramatic songs that are dynamic from part to part - a lot of jumping from really quiet to really loud. — Mike Shinoda

The dollar went up some eighty percent in real terms as I recall now or something like that - from '80 to '85. — Robert C. Solomon

Time can move quickly when it loses its memory, or when there are no new memories to create. Reality's vulture flies down and picks at the bones of our dreams. — John Dolan

To love is for the Soul to choose a companion, and travel with it along the perilous defiles and winding ways of life; mutually sustaining, when it is rugged with obstructions, and mutually rejoicing, when rich broad plains and sunny slopes make journeying delight. — George Henry Lewes

Emerson writes that "no one expects the days to be gods." But now, as time flies and a baby will grow in a place of my choosing, I know. The days are gods. They are each unrepeatable and each a lesson in scope and wholeness, each worth honoring. I can hold and turn these days, consider their resonance, dim and bright moments, sound the depth and know the lullingly measured length. And know that for the time being my memories, and the days in which they are created, are not the only ones of which I'm in stewardship. — Liz Stephens

Time flies, but not memories. — Ika Natassa