Quotes About Time

I had forgotten I was alone; I sat there, waiting for nothing, oblivious to the time.

the facts of history all appeared to me like specimens in a herbarium, permanently dried, so that it was easy to forget they had once upon a time been juicy with sap and alive in the sun.

Moi qui d'abord ne trouvais de goût qu'au passé, la subite saveur de l'instant m'a pu griser un jour, pensai-je, mais le futur désenchante l'heure présente, plus encore que le présent ne désenchanta le passé...

Le présent serait plein de tous les avenirs, si le passé n'y projetait déjà une histoire.

Life was nothing other than what came and went with each passing moment.

Look! I have here a number of white pebbles. I let them soak in the shade, then hold them in the hollow of my hand and wait until their soothing coolness is exhausted. Then I begin once more, changing the pebbles and putting back those that have lost their coolness to soak in the shade again. . . Time passes and the evening comes on. . . Take me away; I cannot move of myself. Something in my will is broken.

Because I don't want to remember, he answered. If I did, I might keep the future from happening by letting the past encroach upon it. I create each hour's newness by forgetting yesterday completely. Having been happy is never enough for me. I don't believe in dead things. What's the difference between no longer being and never having been?

In irresolution lies the secret of not growing old.

In a world in which everything is subject to the passing of time, art alone is both subject to time and yet victorious over it.

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's been six months, Nancy.' 'What's your hurry? It took me a year to get used to living with Carl. I mean, what do men do anyway? They work, eat, drink, and play games. Sex for them is in the sports and recreation category. You can't live with a man and not be lonely.' 'You think so?' 'Absolutely. Besides, once you have kids, it all changes anyway. Everything seems to make sense then.

What did he think? That time moved forward? No, for the good times it slipped out of your hands like water, but when things went wrong time stopped. It stopped and stared at you and never took its eyes away from what you'd done. I hope they hurt you in there. If you come looking for Susan, you will be sorry.

He thought of winter coming, how it's the only season that stays like it will never leave;

I am lost if I attempt to take count of chronology. When I think over the past, I am like a person whose eyes cannot properly measure distances and is liable to think things extremely remote which on examination prove to be quite near.

their life will be made of the same stuff as this spring afternoon.

Quand la mort nous regarde calmement dans les yeux, nous nous rendons compte qu'il y a eu dans notre vie quelques heures, de soleil ou de nuit, quelques visages auxquels nous revenons sans cesse, et qu'en fait ce qui nous rendait vivants, c'est les simple espoir de les retrouver...

Non è che ci sarebbe voluto tutto questo tempo, ma il fatto è che quando hai sbancato i cassetti trovi una quantità di carte vecchie, scordate, alcune delle quali, quasi a forza, vogliono essere lette e tu, inevitabilmente, finisci col precipitare sempre più in fondo al gorgo della memoria e ti tornano in mente macari cose che per anni e anni hai fatto di tutto per scordare. E' un gioco tinto quello dei ricordi, nel quale finisci sempre per perdere.

Montalbà, tu stai a ripistiare tutto 'u jorno ca ti senti vecchio, mentri che io vecchio lo sugno per davero. E sugno macari tanticchia stanco».

which recall(s) a moment in time when raw excess made them a casual aristocracy, apart from the rest of the world.

And the sad happiness said, You know precisely when you're going to finish.

It is obvious that art cannot teach anyone anything, since in four thousand years humanity has learnt nothing at all.

For many years I have been tormented by the certainty that the most extraordinary discoveries await us in the sphere of time . We know less about time than about anything else

No other art can compare with cinema in the force, precision, and starkness with which it conveys awareness of facts and aesthetic structures existing and changing within time.

T]he virtue of cinema is that it appropriates time, complete with that material reality to which it is indissolubly bound, and which surrounds us day by day and hour by hour.