Quotes About Time

And now I am fit for rivalship with your clocks, papa having given me an Aeolian harp for the purpose. Do you know the music of an Aeolian harp, and that nothing below the spherical harmonies is so sweet and soft and mournfully wild? The amusing part of it is (after the poetical) that Flushie is jealous and thinks it is alive, and takes it as very hard that I should say 'beautiful' to anything except his ears!

Most happily the cold spared us during our six days' journey, which was very pleasant. I like travelling by vetturino. The fatigue is small, and if you take a supply of books with you the time does not hang fire. We had some old Balzacs, which came new (he is one of our gods — heathen, you will say)

We arrived on December 3, and here it is nearly January 1 — almost a month. The older one grows the faster time passes. Do you observe that? You catch the wind of the wheels in your face, it seems, as you get nearer the end. I observe it strongly.

Her neural pattern must remain intact for the time being, as it was still necessary that she stay herself. Changes to her identity would eventually become inevitable, but those would have to wait until she no longer needed the cloak of who she was.

Memory is a spiderweb. It hangs in a corner and collects dust. Until you need it to catch a fly.

Mostly, Irizarry knew anger was a waste of time and energy. It didn't solve anything. It didn't fix anything. It couldn't bring back anything that was lost. People, lives. The sorts of things that got washed away in the tides of time. Or were purged, whether you wanted them gone or not.

Few are the memories which are more than a handful of dust, to be let run through the fingers.

Space is big, and even at ludicrous rates of speed, crossing chunks of it takes a long time.

He'll come back to you," David said. "Haven't you noticed we all do?

You generally need at least a modicrum of stability for people to have the time and resources to innovate and the will to make risky choices.

How subjective the world must have been, then, when no one could remember the same events, and nobody would remember them for long.

You aren't you. You aren't the you you were this morning. Your consciousness provides a semblance of continuity, but if you've been an infinite number between then and now.

My moment of infamy was a long time ago.

It was not yet noon, but under the shadow of the conifers twilight ruled.

Continuity of experience is an illusion, old man.

Oh, human memory is shorter than I thought.

We were moving fast, but at least we were within lightspeed communication range that wasn't longer than a human lifetime.

Surely it's a harmless hobby. A way to pass the time, a little cruel pleasure while the world winds down. Surely it is only the cord binding his neck that makes his breath sting when this child catches his eye and-puzzled-frowns as if he thought he knew him. It's like a gift, a little added joy in the end of everything, that Strifbjorn is back for him.

Wait," the necromancer said, and kissed her around that silencing finger. "Gently, Rien. It's not about getting it over with as fast as possible, my sweet.

The station was not yet in sight ahead, and we had plenty of time to kill before we caught up with it. Of course this meant that Singer and Connla started arguing about the nature of consciousness again; (I'm sorry, "discussing".)

Except there was no time for recriminations now, was there? Not with Will's life and Elizabeth's crown on the line.

She was old, and too worn thin to wonder. But oh, what a beautiful boy he was then.

I had seen her in the shadows. She had been waiting for some time.

As an old crew chief of mine used to point out, you might be dead long before the problem you didn't have the resources to fix right now became a critical need, so why waste more resources worrying about it?