Quotes About Time

Wir sind eben bloß zeitliche, endliche, vergängliche, traumartige, wie Schatten vorüberfliegende Wesen. Und was sollte denen ein Intellekt, der unendliche, ewige, absolute Verhältnisse fasste?

Quanto mais alguém pertence à posteridade, isto é, à humanidade em geral e como um todo, tanto mais estranho será à sua própria época.

Time is continually pressing upon us, never letting us take breath, but always coming after us, like a taskmaster with a whip.

Come nel tempo ciascun attimo esiste solo in quanto ha cancellato l'attimo precedente - suo padre - per venire anch'esso con la medesima rapidità alla sua volta cancellato; come passato e avvenire (facendo astrazione dalle conseguenze del loro contenuto) sono illusori a modo di sogni, e il presente non è che un limite tra quelli, privo di estensione e durata: proprio così riconosceremo la stessa nullità anche in tutte le altre forme del principio di ragione.

alteration (i.e. change that takes place according to causal law) always concerns a particular part of space and, simultaneously and together with this, a particular part of time. Consequently, causality unites space with time.

we have found that the whole essence of matter lies in action, a i.e. in causality: as a result, matter must also unify space and time, that is, matter must possess the properties of both time and space simultaneously

Quando procuramos estimular a nossa inteligência e o nosso conhecimento, sentimos constantemente a resistência da época como um peso que devemos arrastar, mas que, apesar de todo o nosso esforço, insiste em manter-se no chão.

If a man wants to read good books, he must make a point of avoiding bad ones; for life is short, and time and energy limited.

our memory of joys and sorrows is always imperfect, and they become a matter of indifference to us as soon as they are over.

Quanto mais nobre e perfeita é uma coisa, tanto mais tarde e mais lentamente ela atinge a maturidade.

Wir verleben unsre schönen Tage, ohne sie zu bemerken: erst wenn die schlimmen kommen, wünschen wir jene zurück.

Time is merely the spread-out and piecemeal view that an individual being has of the Ideas.

O horizonte intelectual do homem normal pode até ultrapassar o do animal - cuja existência, sem nenhuma consciência do futuro e do passado, é inteiramente presente -, mas não está tão distante deste quanto se supõe.

Ordinary people think merely how they shall spend their time; a man of any talent tries to use it.

To buy books would be a good thing if we also could buy the time to read them

Chi vive tanto da veder passare due o addirittura tre generazioni di uomini si sente come uno spettatore che, durante la fiera, assiste alle esibizioni di saltimbanchi di ogni specie nei loro baracconi, standosene seduto a guardare lo stesso spettacolo per due o tre volte di seguito: i numeri erano studiati per una sola rappresentazione e, una volta scomparse l'illusione e la novità, non fanno più alcun effetto.

The past is remembered with such arresting lucidity because it is not being experienced as past; the illness experiences that are being told are unassimilated fragments that refuse to become past, haunting the present.

We remember, also, how that it is becoming increasingly difficult in these strenuous days for those who are desirous of studying the deeper things of God to find the time which such study requires.

It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined. Over the years, as the memory of Sophie Mol ... slowly faded, the Loss of Sophie Mol grew robust and alive. It was always there. Like a fruit in season. Every season. As permanent as a government job.

They would grow up grappling with ways of living with what happened. They would try to tell themselves that in terms of geological time it was an insignificant event. Just a blink of the Earth Woman's eye. That Worse Things had happened. That Worse Things kept happening. But they would find no comfort in the thought.

Madness slunk in through a chink in History. It only took a moment.

Old. A viable die-able age.

If you'll pardon me for making this somewhat prosaic observation – maybe that's what life is, or ends up being most of the time: a rehearsal for a performance that never eventually materializes.

There are things that can be forgotten. And things that cannot - that sit on dusty shelves like stuffed birds with baleful, sideways staring eyes.