Quotes About Time

No!" His scream was anguished, unbelieving. "No!" Tears flowed down his contorted face as he ran his hands through the fine dust. With a groan which racked his whole being, he fell forward, his face hitting the disintegrated parchment. Time had destroyed the Book—untouched, possibly forgotten, for three hundred centuries. Even the wise and powerful gods who had created it had perished—and now its knowledge followed them into oblivion.

There are many legends which say the past was perfect or that the future will be perfect. I have seen many pasts and many futures. None of them were perfect, my friend.

Wars become history all too soon and are forgotten all too soon as well, before the lessons can be learned.

When you're young you can't work out the age of an adult - they're just quite old, old, or very old.

Charlie often told me we were living on borrowed time out here. I don't want to borrow any more time. I want time to stop so that tomorrow never comes, so that dawn will never happen.

I seem to have forgotten as much as I've remembered. It's as if time itself has taken its time during my childhood, but once I got off that bus in Sydney it picked up speed, and from then on it was a roller coaster of a ride, and a bumpy one too, that brought me from then to now, leaving me with only fleeting moments of clarity, the highs and the lows, with so much in between, but lost to me for ever.

Time gathers speed as we get older. Life flashes by all too fast, and is over all too soon.

One does not part willingly with early loyalties or early traditions, and indeed the rolling years do but confirm them.

I have wasted a lot of time living.

The first sentence of every novel should be: Trust me, this will take time but there is order here, very faint, very human.

You return to that earlier time armed with the present, and no matter how dark that world was, you do not leave it unlit. You take your adult self with you. It is not to be a reliving, but a rewitnessing.

Seas move away, why not lovers? The harbours of Ephesus, the rivers of Heraclitus disappear and are replaced by estuaries of silt. The wife of Candaules becomes the wife of Gyges. Libraries burn.

For when people leave our company in our time we are never certain of seeing them again, or seeing them unaltered.

We find ourselves in a "collage" in which nothing has moved into the past and no wounds have healed with time, in which everything is present, open and bitter, in which everything coexists contiguously….

Half a page --- and the morning is already ancient.

if you do not plunder the past, the absence feeds on you

But we were interested in how our lives could mean something to the past. We sailed into the past.

The jackal with one eye that looks back and one that regards the path you consider taking. In his jaws are pieces of the past he delivers to you, and when all of that time is fully discovered it will prove to have been already known.

For those cities that were great in earlier times must have now become small, and those that were great in my time were small in the time before.… Man's good fortune never abides in the same place.

Now where does he sit as he thinks of her? These years later. A stone of history skipping over the water, bouncing up so she and he have aged before it touches the surface again and sinks.

We all slept with Herodotus. "For those cities that were great in earlier times must have now become small, and those that were great in my time were small in the time before.… Man's good fortune never abides in the same place.

record collection, with all those lifetimes and desires rhymed and distilled into two or three minutes of a song.

I have spent weeks in the desert, forgetting to look at the moon, he says, as a married man may spend days never looking into the face of his wife.

There's no trustworthy recording of ages when seen through the eyes of youth