Quotes About Time

La puntualidad es una variedad de la «locura del escrúpulo». Por llegar a la hora, yo sería capaz de cometer un crimen.

celui que ne connaît point l'ennui se trouve encore à l'enfance du monde, où les âges attendaient de naître

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

Ce faceti de dimineata pana seara? Ma indur.

De sute de ani, omenirea prive?te cerul printr-o gaur? de tun.

Budu?i da te nikakva prirodna sklonost ne nagoni na djelo i njegovo dovršenje, zašto tako silno težiš samoostvarenju? I budu?i da ne osu?uješ dokolicu, što te tjera na užurbanost i djelovanje? Odakle grižnja savjesti što tratiš vrijeme kad znaš za njegovu uzaludnost?

Zadarnic supunem universul È™i ni-l însuÈ™im, atâta vreme cât nu vom fi învins timpul vom r?mâne doar niÈ™te sclavi.

Ultima nostalgie: a te duce la fund cu soarele

If it is true that by death we once more become what we were before being, would it not have been better to abide by that pure possibility, not to stir from it? What use was this detour, when we might have remained forever in an unrealized plenitude?

Man accepts death but not the hour of his death. To die any time, except when one has to die!

Each generation lives in the absolute: it behaves as if it had reached the apex if not the end of history.

German endurance knows no limits — even in madness: Nietzsche endured his eleven years, Hölderlin forty.

To defy heredity is to defy billions of years, to defy the first cell.

Poate c? toÈ›i românii nu suntem decât niÈ™te copii b?trâni. S? ne fi n?scut din oboseala romanilor È™i lacrimile dacilor?

ask those I love to be kind enough to grow old.

Time is heavy sometimes; imagine how heavy eternity must be. — Emil Cioran, The Book of Delusions (? Humanitas, January 1, 1991) Originally publishedJanuary 1, 1936

When we see someone again after many years, we should sit down facing each other and say nothing for hours, so that by means of silence our consternation can relish itself.

The moments follow each other; nothing lends them the illusion of a content or the appearance of a meaning; they pass; their course is not ours; we contemplate that passage, prisoners of a stupid perception. The heart's void confronting time's: two mirrors, reflecting each other's absence, one and the same image of nullity…

Happy in love, Adam would have spared us History.

The future appeals to you? All yours! Myself I prefer to keep to the incredible present and the incredible past. I leave it to you to face the Incredible itself.

The more injured you are by time, the more you seek to escape it. To write a faultless page, or only a sentence, raises you above becoming and its corruptions. You transcend death by the pursuit of the indestructible in speech, in the very symbol of nullity.

I believe speech to be a recent invention, and find it hard to imagine a dialogue that dates back beyond ten thousand years. And even harder, a dialogue that will occur in not ten thousand but even a thousand years from now.

A patrimony all our own: the hours when we have nothing... It is they that form us, that individualize us, that make us dissimilar.

As the years accumulate, we form an increasingly somber image of the future.