Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.

No matter how vivid memories may be, they can’t win out against the power of time.

Samsa certainly had no idea what lay ahead. He was in the dark about everything: the future, of course, but the present and the past as well . What was right, and what was wrong? Just learning how to dress was a riddle.

Every story has a time to be told

Making up for lost time?" "Yes," I say. "A lot of things were stolen from my childhood. Lots of important things. And now I have to get them back." "In order to keep on living."I nod. "I have to. People need something like a place they can go back to. There's still time to make it, I think. For me, and for you.

Making up for lost time?""Yes," I say. "A lot of things were stolen from my childhood. Lots of important things. And now I have to get them back." "In order to keep on living."I nod. "I have to. People need something like a place they can go back to. There's still time to make it, I think. For me, and for you.

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

For a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured.At least by the person who's waiting.

Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.