Quotes About Time

I fancy mankind may come, in time, to write all aphoristically, except in narrative; grow weary of preparation, and connection, and illustration, and all those arts by which a big book is made.

Friendship, like love, is destroyed by long absence, though it may be increased by short intermissions.

Learn that the present hour alone is man's.

No mind is much employed upon the present recollection and anticipation fill up almost all our moments.

Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o'clock is a scoundrel.

The greatest part of a writer's time is spent in reading, in order to write: a man will turn over half a library to make one book.

The past does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.

About this same time Abbe Beauchamp, vicar-general at Baghdad and correspondent of the Academy of Science, was making careful and accurate observations

Now public business takes up so much of my time that I must get time a Sundays or a nights to look after my own matters.

The plague, it seems, grows more and more at Amsterdam; and we are going upon making of all ships coming from thence and Hambrough, or any other infected places, to perform their Quarantine (for thirty days as Sir Rd. Browne expressed it in the order of the Council, contrary to the import of the word, though in the general acceptation it signifies now the thing, not the time spent in doing it) in Holehaven, a thing never done by us before.

All our physicians cannot tell what an ague is, and all our arithmetique is not able to number the days of a man;" which, God knows, is not the fault of arithmetique, but that our understandings reach not the thing.

23rd. This my birthday, 28 years.

But Lord! to see how much of my old folly and childishnesse hangs upon me still that I cannot forbear carrying my watch in my hand in the coach all this afternoon, and seeing what o'clock it is one hundred times; and am apt to think with myself, how could I be so long without one; though I remember since, I had one, and found it a trouble, and resolved to carry one no more about me while I lived.

Az igazat megvallva egy kicsit nagyon is hajhászom az örömöket, tudva, hogy most vagyok életemnek abban az idejében, mely erre leginkább való; és mert látom, hogy a legtöbb ember, aki a világban sokra viszi, a szerzés idején megfeledkezik az élvezetekr?l, arra az id?re halasztva azokat, amikor vagyona már elegend?, hanem akkor már kés?, semmi örömét nem lelheti bennük.

Presumptuous bastard,' Tak said. 'Sunset? He might at least wait and see if there's a tomorrow morning.

All life is a rhythm," she said as I sat up. "All death is a rhythm suspended, a syncopation before life resumes.

Bear in mind that the novel--no matter how intimate, psychological, or subjective--is always an historical projection of its own time.

History is cyclic, not repetitive.

Is it only an hour, he wondered, that encompassed three people's four orgasms? Now I know why, though foreplay can be delineated in all its fascinating and psychotropic detail, a poet must use asterisks or blank paper for orgasmic mechanics that satisfying: they open to something so wide you can now understand why, when sex is that good, you may say, "The sex is not the most important part," and feel these words analog some shadow of truth.

held out for arbitrary Thursdays. He

next half dozen papers went from July 14, 2022, to July 7, 1837 (Headline: ONLY ONE HUNDRED YEARS TILL THE DEATH OF HARLOW!)

People probably do hear watches go tic-tok. But I'm sure my childhood clock went tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic…Why

It is not that I have no past. Rather, it continually fragments on the terrible and vivid ephemera of now.

By many a temple half as old as Time.