Quotes About Time

I have always been very obsessed with time. Time's passage makes us all very vulnerable and because we all experience it in our own way, it can make us feel very alone.

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My obsession with time informs my poetry so completely it is hard for me to summarize it. We want time to pass, for new things to happen to us, we want to hold on to certain moments, we don't want our lives to end.

other clocks all over the house joined in. Lewis sat entranced, listening to high-pitched dings, tinny whangs, melodious electric doorbell sounds, cuckoos from cuckoo clocks, and deep sinister Chinese gongs roaring bwaoww! bwaoww! These and many other clock sounds echoed through the house. Now and then during this concert Lewis looked at Jonathan. Jonathan did not look back. He was staring at the wall,

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The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for the dying.

Photography, because it stops the flow of life, is always flirting with death.

Emigration, forced or chosen, across national frontiers or from village to metropolis, is the quintessential experience of our time.

What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time.

The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.

So time doesn't count, and place does?' I said this to tease her. When I was a man, I liked teasing her and she went along with it, consenting, for it reminded us both of a sadness that had passed.

I've learnt something more. The expectation of a body can last as long as any hope. Like mine expecting yours. As soon as they gave you two life sentences, I stopped believing in their time.

Gerçekte hep iki zaman aras?nday?zd?r: Gövdenin ve bilincin zaman? aras?nda. Bütün öbür kültürlerdeki ruh ve gözde aras?ndaki ayr?m iÅŸte buradan kaynaklan?r. Öncelik her zaman ruhundur ve yeri bir baÅŸka zaman?n akt??? çizgidedir.

The inability to remember is itself perhaps a memory.

If we can see the present clearly enough, we shall ask the right questions of the past.

Falling in love at five or six, although rare, is the same as falling in love at fifty. One may interpret one's feelings differently, the outcome may be different, but the state of feeling and of being is the same.

The living reduce the dead to those who have lived; yet the dead already include the living in their own great collective.

When I open my wallet to show my papers pay money or check the time of a train I look at your face. The flower's pollen is older than the mountains Aravis is young as mountains go. The flower's ovules will be seeding still when Aravis then aged is no more than a hill. The flower in the heart's wallet, the force of what lives us outliving the mountain. And our faces, my heart, brief as photos.

The photographic moment for Cartier-Bresson is an instant, a fraction of a second, and he stalks that instant as though it were a wild animal. The photographic moment for Strand is a biographical or historic moment, whose duration is ideally measured not by seconds but by its relation to a lifetime. Strand does not pursue an instant, but encourages a moment to arise as one might encourage a story to be told.

the very basic theme of poetry is that of time passing, the very basic theme of painting is that of the moment made permanent.

Silencio. Apago la linterna frontal. Oscuridad. En la oscuridad, el silencio se hace enciclopédico, condensa todo lo que ha ocurrido en el intervalo entre el entonces y el ahora.

Anybody who passes more than a day in eternity is as old as God could ever be.

geçmiÅŸ hiçbir zaman olduÄŸu yerde durup yeniden keÅŸfedilmeyi, ayn?yla, olduÄŸu gibi tan?nmay? beklemez. tarih her zaman belli bir ÅŸimdi'yle onun geçmiÅŸi aras?ndaki iliÅŸkiyi kurar. demek ki ÅŸimdi'den korkmak eskiyi bulandirmaya yol aç?yor. geçmiÅŸ içinde yaÅŸanacak bir ÅŸey deÄŸildir.

The past is never there waiting to be discovered, to be recognized for exactly what it is. History always constitutes the relation between a present and its past. The past is not for living in; it is a well of conclusions from which we draw in order to act.