Quotes About Time

Of the trail of ink there is no end,'" Master Ultan told me. "Or so a wise man said. He lived long ago—what would he say if he could see us now? Another said, 'A man will give his life to the turning over of a collection of books,' but I would like to meet the man who could turn over this one, on any topic.

if he is to feel full satisfaction at the moment when Time lifts his own severed head by the hair, he must add to the execution some feature however small that is entirely his own and that he will never repeat. Only thus can he feel himself a free artist.

A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.

The problem with fantasy is the greatest benefit of fantasy: it prevents us from living in the present moment. But the present now is different from the present then.

There isn't a someday. There never was. No one has ever been to the future that you keep putting your life on hold for. All we ever have is now.

Live as if they know that they are worth their own time. Live as if they deserve to take care of their bodies. Live as

If the regular length of a shot is increased, one becomes bored, but if you keep on making it longer, it piques your interest, and if you make it even longer, a new quality emerges, a special intensity of attention.' This is Tarkovsky's aesthetic in a nutshell.

Most of all, he loved Celia Johnson, her hats,her face,her cracked porcelain voice: 'This can't last. This misery can't last.Nothing lasts really,neither happiness nor despair.Not even life lasts long....There'll come a time in the future when i shan't mind about this any more....

Everything, no matter how beautiful, is only with us for awhile.

Endings don't mean anything. Meanings lie where the world takes its breath, and that is always now.

The ICU's life cycle for humans is as follows: a spurt of intense activity at birth; timeless adulthood, when one is afflicted with a range of woes that carry their own temporalities; and an inglorious, ill-defined end. The effect of this is, paradoxically, to make the individual an tin-defined, tabula rasa onto which various diseases are inscribed.

Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaunge With-inne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho That hadden prys, now wonder nyce and straunge Us thinketh hem; and yet they spake hem so, And spedde as wel in love as men now do.

The time always flees; it will wait for no man. And through you are still in the flower of your young manhood, age creeps on steadily, as quiet as a stone, and death meanaces every age and strikes in every rank, for no one escapes. As surely as we know that we will die, so we are uncertain of the day when death shall fall on us.

Three years went by in happiness and health; He bore himself so well in peace and war That there was no one Theseus valued more.

Till we be roten, kan we not be rypen?

For, inasmuch as the good works that men do while they live the virtuous life be slain by the Sin following, and also since all the good works that men do while they be in deadly Sin are utterly dead as for to have the life everlasting, well may the man who does no good works sing that new French song, "I have wasted all my time and my labor.

For, as Seneca said, 'Loss of chattels may recovered be, but time, once lost, we shall never see.' It will not come again, without doubt, no more than will Molly's maidenhead, when she has lost it because of her wantonness. Let us not grow mouldy thus in idleness.

Lost money is not lost beyond recall, But loss of time brings on the loss of all.

I may not telle you al at ones:

Time drags only when one is thinking fast.

So, what's the catch? What would we have to do to get these knives and shoes?' You explain, 'All you have to do is sit in classrooms every day for sixteen years to learn counterintuitive skills, and then work and commute fifty hours a week for forty years in tedious jobs for amoral corporations, far away from relatives and friends, without any decent child care, sense of community, political empowerment, or contact with nature.

That's the water calling. It's a long time since anyone was drowned.

Slowly, Woyzeck, take it slowly. One thing after another one. You make me feel giddy. - What am I supposed to do with the ten minutes you save rushing that way? What use are they to me? Think about it, Woyzeck; you've got a good thirty years left. Thirty years. That makes three hundred and sizty months - and then there's days, hours, minutes! What're you going to do with such a monstrous amount of time? Eh? Space it out a bit, Woyzeck.

What we call the present is usually nothing more than a combination of a fragment of the past with a fragment of the future.