Quotes About Time

Lord, how the day passes! It is like a life, so quickly when we don't watch it, and so slowly if we do.

As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.

When his clock was inside my body, it wasn't just a clock engaged in the act of penetration, it felt like a gun of pure euphoria, a weapon, yes, but one meant only to calm all my fears in the rootless world. An instrument of both reassurance and forgetfulness.

The time appears to me to have come when it is the duty of all to make their dissent from religion known.

The real advantage which truth has, consists in this, that when an opinion is true, it may be extinguished once, twice or many times, but in the course of ages there will generally found person to rediscover it, until some of its reappearances falls on a time when from favourable circumstances it escapes persecution until it has made such head as to withstand all subsequent attempts to suppress it.

Books destined to form future thinkers take too much time to write, and when written come, in general, too slowly into notice and repute, to be relied on for subsistence.

THE time, it is to be hoped, is gone by when any defence would be necessary of the "liberty of the press" as one of the securities against corrupt or tyrannical government.

toda época ha sostenido opiniones que las épocas posteriores han demostrado ser, no sólo falsas, sino absurdas;

The time, it is to be hoped, is gone by, when any defence would be necessary of the "liberty of the press" as one of the securities against corrupt or tyrannical government.

Men lose their high aspirations as they lose their intellectual tastes, because they have not time or opportunity for indulging them; and they addict themselves to inferior pleasures, not because they deliberately prefer them, but because they are either the only ones to which they have access, or the only ones which they are any longer capable of enjoying.

Out upon it, I have lovedThree whole days together;And am like to love three more,If it prove fair weather.

Out upon it, I have lov'd Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather.

We couldn't get the car back until well after the end of the race and we had very little time for repairs.

I made an effort to speak: "When I came in here…" I said, "… I had a sandwich." "That was three months ago," said the doctor. I looked at him. "It's gone," he said, gently. I lapsed back into unconsciousness.

All photographs are time exposures, of shorter or longer duration, and each describes a discrete parcel of time.

Contracting the construction of a papal masoleum was nothing like being alone with his dreams and drawings, chisel and stone. Instead of working, he was writing letters, meeting contacts, arranging payments, obtaining permissions. It was a question of time.

Because we have only one (life) we go about blundering along him nervous haste.

The Waldorf's wide corridors and heavily decorated public rooms were démodé. Worse, they used up valuable space without a return. The Waldorf-Astoria found itself an anachronism—it was out of time, out of place, and plumb out of luck.

The lesson of bells is that no work is worth finishing, so why care too deeply about anything? Years of bells will condition all but the strongest to a world that no longer offer important work to do. Bells destroy the past and future, rendering every interval the same as any other, as the abstraction of a map renders every living mountain and river the same, even though they are not. Bells inoculate each undertaking with significance.

Private time is absolutely essential if a private identity is going to develop, and private time is equally essential to the development of a code of private values, without which we aren't really individuals at all.

We live together, you and I, in a dark time when all official history is propaganda.

My time is now.

Time continued to move forward, each new moment falling into the future like a line of dominoes.

The days are short The sun a spark Hung thin between The dark and dark.