Still Time Quotes

“The best way to keep from being a victim is to write your own terms.” It”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“Each … breeze,” he says, watching the ripple of the bright, unfurling leaves, “will be me, missing. You.” Smiling”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“In sooth, I know not why I am so sad.”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“Humanism, he continued, leaning toward his colleagues with the zeal of his conviction even as he stumbled over his words, that holds as its core value the belief that human beings can learn and grow and change, and that art—and literature—can fuel that evolution. But”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“He knows a sweep of gratitude, soft as another voice, and so wide and deep he believes he might drown in it.”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“I like your silence, it the more shows off Your wonder.”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“Lord, what fools these mortals be! Wonder on till truth make all things plain A foolish heart, that I leave here behind I know a bank where the wild thyme blows If we shadows have offended She’d”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we have to say: The oldest hath borne most; we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.’” Then,”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“Pray you now forget, and forgive: I am old and foolish,”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools. He”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“It was right for his speech to be a failure, since what he had been defending was a lie.”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“The jaws of darkness do devour it up All’s cheerless, dark, and deadly. The best is past Thou’lt come no more Sally”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“Thou wouldst not think how ill all’s here about my heart Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth So”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“Or if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound Swift as a shadow, short as any dream Brief as the lightening in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth; And ere a man hath power to say “Behold!” The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion.’” “Brava!”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“he explains that tragedy’s most cruel lesson is not that human beings are flawed, or that fate can be unkind, but that no one can ever slip the bonds of time. Outside,”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“It is the size of the characters’ desires that helps to make a sad story a tragedy.”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“Guys were first effigies, then urchins. But always male,”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“tragedy is suffering elevated into art, it’s art that helps humans endure—and sometimes even transcend—their suffering. It’s”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“Guy walks into the doctor’s office,” the clownish fool retorts, “says, ‘Doc, I’ve hurt my arm in several places.’ ‘So,’ his doctor says, ‘stay outta those places.’” “How”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“Youth’s a stuff will not endure.”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“And humanism—that transcendent vision that spans centuries and religions in its celebration of reason, responsibility, art, and examined lives—has been tossed out like old bathwater, leaving humanity naked and shivering on the dirty ground. He”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“We can never see our own faces directly, never look straight into our own eyes.”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“Anything we think we know about a situation or someone else or even ourselves is always limited by that old trap, point of view. Just as we are all of us stuck in time, so we are also stuck inside ourselves, doomed to live and die inside our own thick skulls. “As”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“her final words seem to ripple outward like waves of water from a thrown stone—don’t remember don’t remember don’t remember don’trememberdon’t “Remember?”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“They do not die ignorant of either their own follies or of life’s worth. Instead, they die in the fullest possible knowledge of who they are, of what they lived for, of the mistakes that they have made.”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time

“He who ends with the most understanding wins.”
― Jean Hegland, Still Time