A writer has no use for the clock. A writer lives in an infinity of days, time without end, ploughed under.
I know this happiness that I feel isn’t going to last, and I feel like Cinderella, waiting for the clock to strike and end my blissful night.
A story conducted by the time of a clock and calendars alone would be a story not of human beings but of mechanical toys.
Disasters work like alarm clocks to the world, hence God allows them. They are shouting, 'Wake up! Love! Pray!
To endow clock time with numinous meaning <...> [is] hardly a fit occupation for an intelligent person.
No one can turn back the clock. Lie about your age if you want, but we're all going in the same direction.
there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock
Drop by and knock on my bedroom window. My room is on the 13th floor. 1-12 are numbers on a clock, and I won’t wait forever.
I looked at all the people, feeling sorry for them. They were still subordinate to clock and calendar. Absolved of that, I stood becalmed.
Our devotions are not measured by the clock, but time is of the essence. The ability to wait, and stay, and press belongs essentially to our intercourse with God.
My legs are so skinny they’re like arms on a clock. And the stars are like 1-12, if you subtract infinity from the sky first.
Searching through Monster.com while on the clock feels like being on Tinder while still married.
One reason I love the Kindle, more so than the iPad, is that on the Kindle you can't do anything else but read. It's the best, because it does the least. It doesn't even show a clock.
More than the sound of my own beating heart, I miss the sound of a ticking clock. Time passes. It must pass....
I don't know if it's just me or everyone, but the whole vibe with skiing is not so much thriving on competition against others as it is against myself and the clock.
Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Memory The tick tock tick tocks goes the clock The memory in my heart not aged but I am aged, As the tick tock tick tock goes on.
Sex and excretion are reminders that anyone's claim to round-the-clock dignity is tenuous. The so-called rational animal has a desperate drive to pair up and moan and writhe.
Like a baseball game, wars are not over till they are over. Wars don't run on a clock like football. No previous generation was so hopelessly unrealistic that this had to be explained to them.
The time is the time; reasonable time, I think, we have enough...Solely, the hand of the clock is annoying - because ,he, wipes the time ,too quickly, away from us.
I do get clocked in the street. People say, 'You're an actress, aren't you?' But they don't know my name. Nine times out of 10, they don't know what I've been in.
A French proverb says ‘Wait until it is night before saying that it has been a fine day.’ To tell it more precise, wait till the clock strikes the midnight!
