Quotes About Time

Everything we do really is just a little marker on the long road to death. And sometimes that's overwhelmingly depressing to me, and sometimes it makes me feel kinship and forgiveness. We've all got the same ending to the story. The way we make that story more elaborate, I got to respect.

It is good to know, no matter how long I am gone...you do not grow up too much.

Nobody goes anywhere though we are always leaving and returning. It's a ceremony. Sunrise occurs everywhere, in lizard time, human time, or a fern uncurling time.

I need a song that will keep sky open in my mind. If I think behind me, I might break. If I think forward, I lose now.

It hasn't always been this way, because glaciers who are ice ghosts create oceans, carve earth and shape this city here, by the sound. They swim backwards in time.

We become lost, Unsteady. Take a deep breath, Pray. You will not always be lost. You are right here, In your time, In your place.

History will always find you, and wrap you In its thousand arms.

All those you thought you lost now circle you And you are free of pain and heartbreak. Don't look back, keep going. We will carry your memory here, until we join you In just a little while, in one blink of star time.

Watch your mind. Without training it might run away and leave your heart for the immense human feast set by the thieves of time. Do not hold regrets.

We get frantic in our loving. The distance between Santa Fe and Albuquerque shifts and changes. It is moments; it is years. I am next to you in skin and blood and then I am not. I tremble and grasp at the edges of myself; I let go into you.

Pass this love on, he'd say. It knows how to bend and will never break. It's the only thing with a give and take, The more it's used the more it makes. That love is the bridge that will cross the river home. He'd be standing in the dark with no one listening. How time blows steadily through the city, the trees. Sing to this earth, sing, he sang.

Time and how are the mysterious elements of any life.

The world doesn't always happen in a linear manner. Nature is much more creative than that, especially when it comes to time and the manipulation of time and space. Europe has gifted us with inventions, books and the intricate mechanics of imposing structures on the earth, but there are other means to knowledge and the structuring of knowledge that have no context in the European mind.

And we go on, keep giving birth and watch ourselves die, over and over. And the ground spinning beneath us goes on talking.

Forever will be a day like this.

If I think behind me, I might break. If I think forward, I lose now. Forever will be a day like this Strung perfectly on the necklace of days.

Whoever's reading this, if anyone is reading it: does it matter that our old selves are lost to us as surely as the past is lost, or is it enough to know yes we lived then, and we are living now, and the connection must be there? Like a river hundreds of miles long exists both at its source and at its mouth, simultaneously?

You wake up one morning, those years are gone. There's a comfort in this fact perhaps. I want to think that there must be comfort in all facts we can't alter.

The heavenly light you admire is fossil-light, it's the unfathomably distant past you gaze into, stars long extinct

We inhabit ourselves without valuing ourselves, unable to see that here, now, this very moment is sacred; but once it's gone – its value is incontestable.

There is an hour when you realize: here is what you have been given. More than this, you won't receive. And what this is, what your life has come to, will be taken from you. In time.

Like a flame is real enough, isn't it, while it's burning?-even if there's a time it goes out?

Time is the element in which we exist... We are either borne along by it or drowned in it.

Our lives can only be interpreted in retrospect, yet must be lived from day to day, blindly. What folly, the human condition!