Quotes About Existence

The speed of time is one second per second.

The fire of hell is called eternal, only because it never ends. Still, there is change in the pains of the lost... Hence in hell true eternity does not exist, but rather time.

Speech is of time, silence is of eternity.

Eternity looks grander and kinder if time grow meaner and more hostile.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.

It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.

The important thing is that man is lost in time, in the moment that immediately precedes him - which only attests, by reflection, to the fact that he is lost in the moment that follows

It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.

Now is now, and I live everything one day at a time. The fact that I'm still on the planet and able to still make music is such a miracle.

Enjoy every minute. There's plenty of time to be dead.

To create is, first and foremost, to create time.

I'd like to have enough time and quiet To think about absolutely nothing, To not ever feel myself living, To only know myself in others' eyes, reflected.

Suppose time is a circle, bending back on itself. The world repeats itself, precisely, endlessly.

Imagine a world in which there is no time. Only images.

Time does not exist - we invented it

Time has no independent existence apart from the order of events by which we measure it.

there ain't no use in dyin' 'fore yer time. Lots of folks is walkin' 'round jes' as dead as they'll ever be.

I am that which lies beyond time. Like a melody, which sounds completely only after the last note is played.

Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.

I think that we are supernatural. We are unique. We're the only animals in the universe that we know of that actually have self-consciousness, a sense of time and our own mortality.

Landscape consists in the multiple, overlapping intricacies and forms that exist in a given space at a moment in time.

To the Maker the archetype, the self-sustainer, human interaction is usually a waste of the most precious thing in his vital existance: time.

This body is not a home, but an inn; and that only for a short time. Seneca Friendship is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

The only time you'll ever have is now.