Quotes About Time

That was the clock striking half-past one o'clock!" said Drawlight suddenly. "How lonely it sounds! Ugh! All the horrid things one reads of in novels always happen just as the church bell tolls or the clock strikes some hour or other in a dark house!

Strange a quite extraordinary number of books to read, and said that he expected him to have read them by the end of the week.

she bore so many of the signs and disfigurings of extreme old age that she was losing her resemblance to other human beings and began instead to resemble other orders of living creatures. Her arms lay in her lap, so extravagantly spotted with brown that they were like two fish. Her skin was the white, almost transparent skin of the extremely old, as fine and wrinkled as a spider's web, with veins of knotted blue.

Mr Norrell smiled for the first time – but it was an inward sort of smile.

Timey-Wimey: Steven Moffat, Blink and J. W. Dunne's theories of Time'

According to the second system I have given the years names like 'The Year I named the Constellations' and 'The Year I counted and named the Dead'. I like this much more. It gives each year a character of its own. This is the system I shall use going forward.

Tutti erano ammaliati dall'idea del progresso e credevano che qualsiasi cosa nuova dovesse essere superiore a ciò che era vecchio. Come se il merito fosse una funzione della cronologia!

But to professional humility and a genuine admiration of the York society Mr. Robinson added a happy vanity that these monumental brains must now cease their pondering on esoteric matters for a time and listen to him.

As I walked, I was thinking of the Great and Secret Knowledge, which the Other says will grant us strange new powers. And I realized something. I realized that I no longer believed in it. Or perhaps that is not quite accurate. I thought it was possible that the Knowledge existed. Equally I thought that it was possible it did not. Either way it no longer mattered to me. I did not intend to waste my time looking for it any more. (pg. 60)

It is my practice to index my Journal entries every other week or so. I find that this is more efficient than indexing them straight away. After some time has passed it is easier to separate the important from the ephemeral.

do not understand why this sentence is in the past tense. The World still speaks to me every day.

In the parallel universe the laws of physics are suspended. What goes up does not necessarily come down, a body at rest does not tend to stay at rest and not every action can be counted on to provoke an equal and opposite reaction. Time, 'too, is different. It may run in circles, flow backward, skip about from now to then. The very arrangement of molecules is fluid: Tables can be clocks, faces, flowers.

This time I read the title of the painting: Girl Interrupted at Her Music. Interrupted at her music: as my life had been, interrupted in the music of being seventeen, as her life had been, snatched and fixed on canvas: one moment made to stand still and to stand for all the other moments, whatever they would be or might have been. What life can recover from that?

Interrupted at her music: as my life had been, interrupted in the music of being seventeen, as her life had been, snatched and fixed on canvas: one moment made to stand still and to stand for all the other moments, whatever they would be or might have been. What life can recover from that? I

They didn't have time to wonder why I was a little more miserable than most.

It never stopped, even at night, it was our lullaby. It was our metronome, our pulse. It was our lives measured out in doses slightly larger than those famous coffee spoons. Soup spoons, maybe? Dented tin spoons brimming with what should have been sweet but was sour, gone off, gone by without our savouring it: our lives

When digital watches were invented years later they reminded me of five-minute checks. They murdered time in the same way -slowly- chopping off pieces of it and lobbing them into the dustbin with a little click to let you know time was gone. Click, swish, Checks, swish, click: another five minutes of life down the drain. And spent in this place.

Asa had a sharp understanding of the future--that is, a time when this would be past. Time was rushing through and around him, he almost heard it whistling, and this awareness rounded the world somehow and made it sweet.

When digital watches were invented years later they reminded me of five-minute checks. They murdered time in the same way—slowly—chopping off pieces of it and lobbing them into the dustbin with a little click to let you know time was gone. Click, swish, "Checks," swish, click: another five minutes of life down the drain. And spent in this place.

Al bajar a tierra me di cuenta de que la mochila que llevaba sobre mis espaldas pesaba tanto como el siglo que estaba a punto de terminar, que había llegado el momento de detenerme y de mirar lo que contenía, sacar una a una todas las piedras y darles finalmente un nombre, catalogarlas y después decidir si era el caso de llevarlas conmigo o, en cambio, de abandonarlas.

Sana son zamanlarda ne diyordum an?ms?yor musun? Akmayan gözyaÅŸlar? kalpte birikirler, zamanla kabuk tutarlar ve kirecin çama??r makinesini t?kamas? gibi kalbi t?kay?p felç ederler.

Tužne uspomene dugo drijemaju u jednom od bezbrojnih šupljina sje?anja, godinama, desetlje?ima, ?itavog života. Zatim jednog lijepog dana isko?e na površinu, bol koja ih prati iznova je prisutna, snažna i oštra kao onog davnog dana.

Razumevanje in površnost, nista odvisna od let, ampak od poti, ki jo kdo prehodi.

I ricordi tristi sonnecchiano per tanto tempo in una delle innumerevoli caverne del ricordo, stanno li anche per anni. Per decenni, per tutta una vita. Poi, un bel giorno, tornano in superficie, il dolore che li aveva accompagnati è di nuovo presente, intenso e pungente come lo era quel giorno di tanti anni fa.