Quotes About Time

But in the time it takes to say now, now is already over. It's already then.

She sat back on her heels and nodded. The thought experiment she proposed was certainly odd, but her point was simple. Everything in the universe was constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives. That's what it means to be a time being, old Jiko told me, and then she snapped her crooked fingers again. And just like that, you die.

Every choice is a loss. The past is not where you left it.

How difficult it is to see The things we love With all this shadow round us, This brief time we're here.

Have you been writing any personal experience articles lately?" the woman asked the writer. "No," replied the writer. "I've been busy having them.

It is strange how, once graves are broken and overgrown in this way, then the people in them are truly dead. The Indian Christian graves at the front of the cemetery, which are still kept up by relatives, seem by contrast strangely alive, contemporary

Goodness, Mr. Cellini, I've not time to answer all these questions. I've got to get on.' With what? She seldom did anything but read, as far as he knew. She must have read thousands of books, she was always at it.

Time is different in an ancient place. Not slower, but somehow bigger, perhaps less transient.

The light air, the restless leaves; the ripple of time warped by our longing. There, as if we were painted by some unknown impressionist.

All night you waited for morning, all morning for afternoon, all afternoon for night; and still the longing sings. Oh, paper bird with folded wings.

Every hour love's bones grow lighter.

Music is fragile: people die, and it's forgotten.

In my hometown, there are two brothers with contrary characters. One is clever and eloquent, the other is foolish and silent. The foolish one seems to have all the time in the world. The clever one is always busy depleting his life.

I must go there today - Tomorrow the plum blossoms Will scatter.

Another funny thing about living in this city is how easy it can be to lose track of people. We're all so busy, always rushing around, so wrapped up in our own stuff. It stops occurring to us to check in with friends. I mean REALLY check in with them.

In order to be able to give a girlfriend the amount of time she deserves, you would need time, and I just can't give her that. So, rather than being selfish or stupid enough to go into a relationship, it's just been easier to be single.

Progress! Progress through everybody dying and their kids eventually not caring who their parents hated!

The slowness of time will either benefit you or harm you.

In all ten directions of the universe, there is only one truth. When we see clearly, the great teachings are the same. What can ever be lost? What can be attained? If we attain something, it was there from the beginning of time. If we lose something, it is hiding somewhere near us.

See and realize that this world is not permanent. Neither late nor early flowers will remain.

Our job is like a baker's work -- his rolls are tasty as long as they're fresh; after two days they're stale; after a week, they're covered with mould and fit only to be thrown out.

A journey, after all, neither begins in the instant we set out, nor ends when we have reached our door step once again. It starts much earlier and is really never over, because the film of memory continues running on inside of us long after we have come to a physical standstill. Indeed, there exists something like a contagion of travel, and the disease is essentially incurable.

If reason ruled the world would history even exist?

Find patience in the breath of life.