Quotes About Time

The sun burned every day. It burned Time.

Midnight, said the clock. Time, it said, Darkness. Flights of night birds flew up to carry the final peal away, out over the lake and into the night country, gone.

Most of us can't rush around, talk to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven't time, money or that many friends. The things you're looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine percent of them is in a book.

He floated on his back when the valise filled and sank; the river was mild and leisurely, going away from the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for supper. The river was very real; it held him comfortably and gave him the time at last, the leisure, to consider this month, this year, and a lifetime of years. He listened to his heart slow. His thoughts stopped rushing with his blood.

You can't hold onto the past. No matter how hard you try to be what you once were, you can only be what you are here and now.

The words become poetry that no one minds, because no one has thought to call it that. Time is there. Love is there. Story is there.

But Douglas, standing on the lawn, was seeing how it would be tomorrow, when the men would pour hot tar over the silver tracks so you would never know a trolley had ever run this way. He knew it would take as many years as he could think of now to forget the tracks, no matter how deeply buried.

It's a long way back to sunset, a far way on to dawn, so you summon all the fool things of your life, the stupid lovely things done with people known so very well who are now so very dead...

Science expresses the universe in five terms: time, space, matter, power, and motion. Genesis 1:1-2 perfectly revealed such truths to the Hebrews in 1450 BC: "In the beginning (time) God created (power) the heaven (space) and the earth (matter)… and the spirit of God moved (motion) upon the face of the waters." The first things God tells man is that he controls all aspects of the universe.

We each need to look into eternity and then ask ourselves what we are offering this generation."-Ray Comfort

The public hero is sensitive to the needs of his time.

We couldn't understand because we were too far... and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages, those ages that had gone, leaving hardly a sign... and no memories.

And perhaps in this is the whole difference; perhaps all the wisdom, and all truth, and all sincerity, are just compressed into that inappreciable moment of time in which we step over the threshold of the invisible.

The mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valor, rage--who can tell?--but truth--truth stripped of its cloak of time.

Art is long and life is short, and success is very far off.

And a word carries far-very far-deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.

I had turned away from the picture and was going back to the world where events move, men change, light flickers, life flows in a clear stream, no matter whether over mud or over stones.

Oh the glamour of youth! Oh the fire of it, more dazzling than the flames of the burning ship, throwing a magic light on the wide earth, leaping audaciously to the sky, presently to be quenched by time, more cruel, more pitiless, more bitter than the sea—and like the flames of the burning ship surrounded by an impenetrable night.

We live in the flicker - may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling!

I must live until I die, mustn't I?

Are not our lives too short for that full utterance which through all our stammerings is of course our only and abiding intention?

Are not our lives too short for that full utterance which through all our stammerings is of course our only and abiding intention? I have given up expecting those last words, whose ring, if they could only be pronounced, would shake both heaven and earth. There is never time to say our last word - the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt. The heaven and earth must not be shaken. I suppose - at least, not by us who know so many truths about either.

the old with the young, the decrepit with the lusty—all equal before sleep, death's brother.

All this happened in much less time than it takes to tell, since I am trying to interpret for you into slow speech the instantaneous effect of visual impressions.