Quotes About Time

We are all dying of life.

To have been torn from the study would have been as death my time was entirely occupied with art.

The present in New York is so powerful that the past is lost.

We live in such constant nearness to the abyss of past time that the moment is endlessly sucked into.

When Lytle was born, the Wright Brothers had not yet achieved a working design. When he died, Voyager 2 was exiting the solar system. What does one do with the coexistence of those details in a lifetime's view? It weighed on him.

On the solstice: "The tilting of the earth may very well have stopped at the winter solstice, creaking to a halt and starting back the other way, but I was down in the basement at the time, running a power saw, and didn't hear a thing.

However, unless there is a divinely appointed guardian of the sacred text, there is no positive assurance that in the course of time it would not be badly corrupted even in very important matters.

If there's nothing heroic about how you approach your time in office, you can't expect to be held up as any kind of hero to your nation's young people.

Cuando puede que conocer el pasado fuera una forma mucho mejor de anticipar el futuro.

Lo que el psicoanálisis enseña es que para cada momento y cada acto existe un impacto en cadena que dura años.

El pasado es una confusión fugitiva de recuerdos peligrosos y dolorosos. ¿Por qué iba a querer regresar?

It is, he thought, the greatest luxury of our existence, no matter how miserable, that we don't know our allotted span of days.

Cuando se tiene la edad que tengo yo, todo trae recuerdos. Uno pasa más tiempo mirando hacia atrás que hacia delante.

Cerré los ojos al recordar. No estaba seguro de si estaba ocurriendo en el pasado o en el presente, en el hospital o en mi apartamento. Lo estaba evocando todo, esa noche y aquella noche, que eran la misma.

A veces pienso que nos pasamos tanto tiempo tomando precauciones contra eventualidades terribles que no nos queda gran cosa que valga la pena.

He glanced down at his wrist-watch, felt a pang of loneliness crease across his heart. For a single second, he wondered what time it was back home in Vermont, and he had trouble remembering whether it was earlier or later. Then he dismissed this unfair thought when he realized that if he did not hurry, he would be late for the beginning of that morning's proceedings.

El mayor lujo de nuestra existencia, por miserable que sea, es que no sabemos los días que nos han tocado en suerte

And they are gone: aye, ages long agoThese lovers fled away into the storm.

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,Sylvan historian, who canst thus expressA flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape?

Deep in the shady sadness of a valeFar sunken from the healthy breath of morn,Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone.

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

How many bards gild the lapses of time!

Tis "the witching time of night", / Orbed is the moon and bright, / And the stars they glisten, glisten, / Seeming with bright eyes to listen —

Histories themselves become history before they reach the shelves.