They say that great beasts once roamed this world. As big as mountains. Yet all that’s left of them is bone and amber. Time undoes even the mightiest of creatures.
There’s nothing more isolating than not being able to feel time. To not feel the distance between hours, days.
There comes a time when all men must bear the weight of their responsibility.
The heart keeps its own time.
It’s not a pleasant though, but I have this terrible feeling from time to time that we might all just be human.[to John]
Even with all the time in the world, some things can’t be forgiven.
You didn’t lose the game. You just ran out of time.[to Whiterose]
You always need to make time for the things that are important.
Time to write my own f*****g story.
Time flies. Time waits for no man. Time heals no wounds. All any of us wants is more time. Time to stand up, time to grow up, time to let go. Time.
The first times are special. Unique. But the last times are incomparable, priceless.[Las primeras veces son especiales. Únicas. Pero las últimas veces son incomparables, no tienen precio.]
No time is ever really wasted. Time reveals all.
