Quotes About Continuity

I desire no future that will break the ties with the past.

Only the family, society's smallest unit, can change and yet maintain enough continuity to rear children who will not be "strangers in a strange land," who will be rooted firmly enough to grow and adapt.

A hen is only an egg's way of making another egg.

To be adult means, among other things, to see one's own life in continuous perspective, both in retrospect and in prospect.

They march into the future to the rhythm of the past.

Just because humans have become -advanced- enough to vaccinate their young, write histories, and speculate about our origins, this does not mean that evolutionary processes have ceased to operate.

Just because humans have become "advanced" enough to vaccinate their young, write histories, and speculate about our origins, this does not mean that evoutionary processes have ceased to operate.

Everything passes, but nothing entirely goes away.

Nunc fluens facit tempus,nunc stans facit aeternitatum.(The now that passes produces time, the now that remains produces eternity.)

There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.

Well, sir, if things are real, they're there all the time." "Are they?" said the Professor; and Peter did not quite know what to say.

The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.

A line is not made up of points. ... In the same way, time is not made up parts considered as indivisible 'nows.' Part of Aristotle's reply to Zeno's paradox concerning continuity.

Each time we plant a seed, we become ancestors for the generations to come.

One of the functions of an organization, of any organism, is to anticipate the future, so that those relationships can persist over time.

Sun and moon, sun and moon, time goes.

The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday.

The leafy blossoming present time springs from the whole past, remembered and unrememberable.

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

In great art there is no beginning and end in point of time. All time is comprehended.

moments bleed together, no span to time

Our civilisation has lost this bond between times, and tends to measure time with a yardstick, bit by bit, from one point to another.

Nothing, of course, begins at the time you think it did.

History is the daughter of time.