Quotes About Time

I myself am usually to be found lying on the bed imitating the dead Chatterton, killing time by reading book after book (the only reliable otherworlds i´ve discovered so far).

Dr. Kellet said, "it's a snake with its tail in its mouth." He nodded approvingly and said to Sylvie, "It's a symbol representing the circularity of the universe. Time is a construct, in reality everything flows, no past or present, only the now.

everything was ephemeral, yet everything was eternal

More and more these days, he had noticed, he felt like a visitor from another planet. Or the past. Sometimes Jackson thought that the past wasn't just another country, it was a lost continent somewhere

Ursula tried to remember what her own last words to her father had been. A nonchalant 'See you later,' she concluded. The final irony. 'We never know when it will be the last time,' she said...

That was the problem with time travel, of course (apart from the impossibility) – one would always be a Cassandra, spreading doom with one's foreknowledge of events. It was quite wearyingly relentless but the only way that one could go was forward. She

Amelia looked at the eggs-like sickly, jaundiced eyes-and thought of her own eggs, a handful left, old shrivelled like musty dried fruit where once they must have been bursting toward the light-

There's too much history in York, the past is so crowded that sometimes it feels as if there's no room for the living.

Teddy wandered amongst the graves. Most of the people in them had died long before his time. Ursula was picking up conkers from the stand of magnificent horse chestnuts at the far end of the churchyard. They were enormous trees and Teddy wondered if their roots had intertwined with the bones of the dead, imagined them curling a path through ribcages and braceleting ankles and fettering wrists. When

Martin couldn't imagine a world where there was no time to read.

Evil deeds do not prosper; the slow man catches up with the swift.

When a day passes, it is no longer there. What remains of it? Nothing more than a story. If stories weren't told or books weren't written, man would live like the beasts, only for the day.

Everyone remembers his past with greater vividness as the present becomes more important. Dying men in their last delirium are supposed to see their whole life spread out before them.

Sometimes when a man gets older he has a revelation and wants awfully bad to get back to the place where he left his life, but he can't get to that place- not often.

Age childish makes, they say, but 'tis not true; We're only genuine children still in Age's season. [Ger., Das Alter macht nicht kindisch, wie man spricht, Es findet uns nur noch als wahre Kinder.]

Yet he who grasps the moment's gift, He is the proper man.

Man is a simple being, and however rich, varied, and unfathomable he may be, the cycle of his situations is soon run through.

No man at all can be living forever and we must be satisfied.

Young men soon give, and soon forget, affronts; old age is slow in both.

Let us be men with men, and always children before God; for in His eyes we are but children. Old age itself, in presence of eternity, is but the first moment of a morning.

I also said, men are like curling irons, they never get out of your hair. And they are like government bonds, they take so long to mature.

There are parts of Texas where a fly lives 10,000 years and a man can't die soon enough.

It would take one million men, one hundred years

If God spent 180 million years making dinosaurs, what makes us think Man is so special, a tick of the clock before midnight?