Time don’t fix a damn thing. It just buries what’s broken.
Time doesn’t move in a straight line. It’s a continuous circle that doesn’t stop. Very few can break the cycle.[to Griselda]
Time doesn’t matter, Sassenach. You will always be beautiful to me.[to Claire]
Time after time, the police shoot first, and offer sloppy apologies afterwards.
This is the wrong time to be in someone else’s debt.
This is a world where nothing is solved. Someone once told me, time is a flat circle. Everything we’ve ever done or will do, we’re gonna do over and over and over again.
They say it takes a village to raise a killer.
There’s that word “soon,” it’s the most imprecise thing in the world. What is soon? A few hours? A few days? Years? A hundred years? A thousand years? Ask my Father in heaven how long a thousand years is. Then talk to me about “soon.”[to Simon]
There’s no such thing as a long time ago. There’s only memories that mean something and memories that don’t.
There’s an age, Miss Velders, where you meet an enemy you cannot run from. Time. When you reach it, you experience your body’s betrayal from within.
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.
The truly vile do stand out through the years.
