Alice: "How long is forever?" White Rabbit: "Sometimes, just one second."
I've already had to wait so long." "How long?" Luce asked. "Not so long that I've forgotten that you're worth everything. Every sacrifice. Every pain.
"It doesn't matter how long it takes." She thought of him, of them, the lifetime already shared. "It's how long it lasts."
Six years-six little years-six drops of time.
The test is the sixty seconds of every minute, and the sixty minutes of every hour, not our times of prayer and devotional meetings.
The main factors in terms of how tiring a season can be are governed by the number of races and the length of time between the first and the last.
Geological time is not money.
The most understandable thing in the world should be how minutes lead to hours, how hours lead to days, how days can make a year. And yet, this neat progression can still be surprising.
If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
When the legacy you leave behind lasts for hours, days or a lifetime, you matter.
I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.
We don't get paid for activity, just for being right. As to how long we'll wait, we'll wait indefinitely.
A year shall I endure for every day that passes until your return.
Tom is back on a flight at 6:15 P.M. That is 6:15. Do you get it? Not 6:00 P.M. but 6:15 P.M. And do you know how many minutes that is? I do. I have also become a Time Lord.
One time. In 1965. August, for about an hour, I was both fine AND dandy at the same time. But nobody asked me how I was.
