Quotes About Time

Las clases, los primeros novios, todo eso por lo que se abandona momentáneamente el patinaje en la vida, sin saber que se abandona ya para siempre.

Now, now my good man, this is no time for making enemies.

Time, which gnaws and diminishes all things else, augments and increases benefits, because a noble action of liberality done to a man of reason doth grow continually by his generously thinking of it and remembering it.

Maybe a person's time would be as well spent raising food as raising money to buy food.

We're all generous, but with different things, like time, money, talent -- criticism.

I share the opinion of those of broader vision, who see in the signs of the time hope of humanity for peace.

It is not to be expected that human nature will change in a day.

You have a shrewd but prosaic mind, and you cannot conceive of an entity that does not depend for its existence on force and matter. But did it ever occur to you, my friend, that force and matter are merely the barriers to perception imposed by time and space?

But did it ever occur to you, my friend, that force and matter are merely the barriers to perception imposed by time and space? When one knows, as I do, that time and space are identical and that they are both deceptive because they are merely imperfect manifestations of a higher reality, one no longer seeks in the visible world for an explanation of the mystery and terror of being.

Se te ha ocurrido alguna vez que la energía y la materia son las barreras que el tiempo y el espacio imponen a nuestra percepción?

But being is making; not only large things, a family, a book, a business; but the shape we give this afternoon, a conversation between friends, a meal.

up or down from the infinite C E N T E R B R I M M I N G at the winking rim of time the voice in my head said LOVE IS THE DISTANCE BETWEEN YOU AND WHAT YOU LOVE

La ?aptezeci ?i doi de ani, viitorul e ceea ce jelesc. Din facultate n-am uitat-o niciodat? pe Ma?a în Pesc?ru?ul spunând Sunt în doliu dup? via?a mea.

In leaving the café I asked Joyce how long he had been working on Ulysses . "About five years," he said. "But in a sense all my life." "Some of your contemporaries," I said, "think two books a year an average output." "Yes," said Joyce. "But how do they do it? They talk them into a typewriter. I feel quite capable of doing that if I wanted to do it. But what's the use? It isn't worth doing.

When I was 18, I thought my father was pretty dumb. After a while when I got to be 21, I was amazed to find out how much he'd learned in three years.

I get a little behind during Lent, but it comes out even at Christmas.

Low gravity Monopoly is better than the Monopoly you play round the kitchen table, in that it only lasts a few minutes.

So what do you do for a living? Staying alive is nice, but you can't do that forever. It's how you live the life you have while you have it.

Architecture should speak of its time and place, but yearn for timelessness.

The books which seal off the long perspectives, which sever us from our losses, which represent the world of potency as a world of act, these are the books which, when the drug wears off, go on to the dump with the other empty bottles. Those that continue to interest us move through time to an end, an end we must sense even if we cannot know it; they live in change, until, which is never, as and is are one.

Our personal past is only available to us now through black-and-white film, it's a medium for communication with the dead, including our dead selves, the way we used to be, which is why we're drawn to it.

The camera has a mind of its own--its own point of view. Then the human bearer of time stumbles into the camera's gaze--the camera's domain of pristine space hitherto untraversed is now contaminated by human temporality. Intrusion occurs, but the camera remains transfixed by its object. It doesn't care. The camera has no human fears.

Only the past is real.

The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.