Desperate times call for a strong measure.
All things fade. All things. Flesh, stone, even stars themselves. Time takes all things. It is the way of the world. The past recedes, memories fade, and so, true, does the spirit. Everything yields to time, even the soul.
You know, the only time in my life that I felt truly free, Kevin, was when I picked up that piece of glass and I stuck it in my neck. You were holding me in your arms and I looked up into your eyes and you were so afraid. But I wasn’t. Because it was finally over. That’s freedom.
We made it. We’re almost home. And when we finish this, when everyone’s safe, we’ll have all the time in the world to do things differently.
We gave peace a chance. Now it’s time for war.
Truth may lie beneath the surface, buried, forgotten, but time has a way of uncovering it.
Trust requires a little time.
To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under the sun. A time to love, and a time to hate. A time of war, and a time of peace.
Time to stop taking a beating and start giving one.
Time is a luxury most working class men cannot afford.
Time and money fixes everything.
Time and distance, they afford a certain clarity.
