Quotes About Time

Arta de a divaga – È™i a r?mâne totuÈ™i în veÈ™nicie – mi se pare un secret pe care majoritatea modernilor l-au uitat

Numai cineva care este cu adev?rat ocupat È™i responsabil în munca lui poate experimenta acea beatitudine È™i acel instrument de cunoaÈ™tere, pierderea timpului

And since a more convincing argument could not be found—aside from a fatal accident or suicide—this way was chosen: a process of galloping senescence.

One is devoured by Time, not because one lives in Time, but because one believes in its reality and therefore forgets or despises eternity.

Time turns into pleroma by the very fact of the incarnation of the divine Word: but this fact itself transfigures history.

Mircea Eliade

El hombre religioso siente la necesidad de sumergirse periódicamente en ese tiempo sagrado e indestructible. Para él, es el tiempo sagrado lo que hace posible el otro tiempo ordinario, la duración profana en la cual se desarrolla toda existencia humana.

Creation is the only answer one can give to fate, to the 'terror of history.

Se va spune, o generaÅ£ie, atâta timp cât nu se încheie, e o fluid? continuitate, palpitând de via?? ÅŸi deci de contradicÅ£ii. A încerca s? o surprinzi în linii, a o izola, a o fixa în caractere - e cel puÅ£in neÅŸtiinÅ£ific. Sufletul unei generaÅ£ii e greu de reconstituit chiar cu ajutorul timpului, al istoriei.

About the past and the future? About innovation and tradition? About transition and the temporality of time?

We are women without a voice, Ona states calmly. We are women out of time and place, without even the language of the country we reside in. We are Mennonites without a homeland. We have nothing to return to, and even the animals of Molotschna are safer in their homes than we women are. All we women have are our dreams—so of course we are dreamers.

But love, like a mushroom high compared with the buzz from cheap weed, outlasts grief.

She says isn't it funny how every second, every minute, every day, month, year, is accounted for, capable of being named—when time, or life, is so unwieldy, so intangible and slippery? This makes her feel compassion toward the people who invented the concept of "telling time." How hopeful, she says. How beautifully futile. How perfectly human.

One night I heard my dad say to my mom: I can't help but think of the good times we're having now as being painful memories later on. And my mom saying, c'mon now honey.

W]hat makes a tragedy bearable and unbearable is the same thing—which is that life goes on.

We stopped talking for a long, long time. A long time. Nurses came and went attaching and detaching things. Hundreds of thousands of babies were born while we weren't talking. The continents continued to separate at the same page as fingernails growing.

She says isn't it funny how every second, every minute, every day, month, year, is accounted for, capable of being named—when time, or life, is so unwieldy, so intangible and slippery?

Temporal» pot significar qualsevol període de temps.

She says isn't it funny how every second, every minute, every day, month, year, is accounted for, capable of being named - when time, or life, is so unwieldy, so intangible and slippery? This makes her feel compassion towards the people who invented the concept of telling time. How hopeful, she says. How beautifully futile. How perfectly human.

And when the perpetrators return, the women of Molotschna will be given the opportunity to forgive these men, thus guaranteeing everyone's place in heaven. If the women don't forgive the men, says Peters, the women will have to leave the colony for the outside world, of which they know nothing. The women have very little time. Only two days, to organise their response.

Si no creus en la vida eterna, pensa que ens hem d'afanyar. Suposo que estàs d'acord que se'ns acaba el temps.

De l'única cosa de què podem estar segurs és que el temps existeix, sí o no? Perquè va desapareixent. I una cosa que no existeix no desapareix.

L'Ona cita l'Eclesiastès: «Un temps d'estimar i un temps d'odiar. Un temps de guerra i un temps de pau».

Estem perdent el temps, clama la Greta, passant la càrrega, el sac de rocs, de l'una a l'altra, traient-nos el dolor de sobre. Això, no ho hem de fer. No ens hem de passar la patata calenta del patiment. Que cadascú s'empassi el seu, diu. L'inspirem, el païm i el convertim en combustible.