Quotes About Time

Mrs. Quimby nibbled at her salad and glanced at her watch.

Mrs. Quimby pushed her chair farther from the table and glanced at her watch. All eyes were on her. "Shall I call the doctor?" asked Mr. Quimby. "Please," said Mrs. Quimby as she rose from the table, hugged Algie, and breathed, "Oo-oo.

She really was weating Stan's bracelet on her arm, something she had scarcely allowed herself to think about-at least not often; it would be so far in the future, if it happened at all. And now it had happened, months before she had dreamed it could.

Never again would he stand all day at a cash

We do things when it is our time to do them. They do not occur to us until it is time; they cannot be resisted, once their time has come. It's a question of time, not motive.

There is no point in hurrying because you are not actually going anywhere. However far or long you plod, you are always in the same place: in the woods.

I ordered a coffee and a little something to eat and savored the warmth and dryness. Somewhere in the background Nat King Cole sang a perky tune. I watched the rain beat down on the road outside and told myself that one day this would be twenty years ago.

Brain cells last as long as you do. You are issued with a hundred billion or so at birth and that is all you are ever going to get. It has been estimated that you lose five hundred of them an hour, so if you have any serious thinking to do there really isn't a moment to waste.

it occurred to me that never again would he be seven years, one month and six days old, so we had better catch these moments while we can.

When you consider it from a human perspective, and clearly it would be difficult for us to do otherwise, life is an odd thing. It couldn't wait to get going, but then, having gotten going, it seemed in very little hurry to move on.

There's something satisfying, I think,' Evans said, 'about the idea of light travelling for millions of years through space and just at the right moment as it reaches Earth someone looks at the right bit of sky and sees it. It just seems right that an event of that magnitude should be witnessed.

In answer to the question of why it happened, I offer the modest proposal that our Universe is simply one of those things which happen from time to time.

It was an especially wonderful time to be a noisy moron.

In three minutes, 98 percent of all the matter there is or will ever be has been produced. We have a universe

We have a universe. It is a place of most wondrous and gratifying possibility, and beautiful, too. And it was all done in about the time it takes to make a sandwich.

It may not look it, but all the glass on Earth is flowing downwards under the relentless drag of gravity. Remove a pane of really old glass from the window of a European cathedral and it will be noticeably thicker at the bottom than at the top.

But the thing is, most of the time bad things don't happen. Rocks don't fall. Earthquakes don't occur. New vents don't suddenly open up. For all the instability, it's mostly remarkably and amazingly tranquil.

In essence what relativity says is that space and time are not absolute but relative both to the observer and the thing being observed, and the faster one moves the more pronounced these effects will become. We can never accelerate ourselves to the speed of light, and the harder we try(the faster we go) the more distorted we become, relative to an outside observer.

As Edward P. Tryon of Columbia University once put it: "In answer to the question of why it happened, I offer the modest proposal that our Universe is simply one of those things which happen from time to time.

Well, you blink fourteen thousand times a day—so much that your eyes are shut for twenty-three minutes of every waking day.

radiocarbon dating works only for objects up to forty thousand or so years old. Curiously

As we sit here, continents are adrift, like leaves on a pond. GPS tracking shows North America & Europe currently moving apart at the same rate your fingernail grows, or about two yards in a human lifetime.

For us, the universe goes only as far as light has travelled in the billions of years since the universe was formed.

The bad news is that atoms are fickle and their time of devotion is fleeting—fleeting indeed. Even a long human life adds up to only about 650,000 hours. And when that modest milestone flashes past, or at some other point thereabouts, for reasons unknown your atoms will shut you down, silently disassemble, and go off to be other things. And that's it for you.