Ally Carter Quotes

Oh, time betrays us. Time is the great enemy.

I think time is a merciless thing. I think life is a process of burning oneself out and time is the fire that burns you.

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus

Time is the best killer.

God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.

Football's cruel sometimes.

The world is a heartbreaking place, without any question.

I watched children dying. That will be the image that will stay with me.

Human life moves only in one direction - toward disease, damage, and death. The best you can hope for is to remain stagnant or, in certain cases, return to a previous condition when things weren't as bad as they've become for you.

Nature, they call you a mother; they ought to call you a cruel stepmother.

No parents deserve to see their only child die.

Even if you live to be a ripe old age, you live long enough to see the people you love pass away.

Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.

The truth is simple, you do not die from love. You only wish you did.

It's one of the great fallacies, it seems to me, that time gives much of anything but years and sadness to man.

The gods have been good to you. But what the gods give they quickly take away. You have only a few years in which to live really, perfectly, and fully. When your youth goes, your beauty will go with it, and then you will suddenly discover that there are no triumphs left for you, or have to content yourself with those mean triumphs that the memory of your past will make more bitter than defeats. Every month as it wanes bring you nearer to something dreadful. Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.

All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage.

It isn't up to me to break his heart; that's time's job.

This is what books only aimed to do and never could. Give you the glint of someone else's sunrise, what living is really like, you get old and it hurts to bend your elbow; your friends start to die, you can’t get fresh fruit in the shops.

Youth holds no society with grief.

Hope is a punishable offense. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.

Time bears away all things.

Love is cruel as the grave.