Quotes About Time

I haven't seen you for three whole months," I say. "Two months, twenty-two days, twenty-two days," Natalie calls out.

If the regular length of a shot is increased, one becomes bored, but if you keep on making it longer, a new quality emerges, a special intensity of attention.' At first there can be a friction between our expectations of time and Tarkovsky-time and this friction is increasing in the twenty-first century as we move further and further away from Tarkovsky-time towards moron-time in which nothing can last—and no one can concentrate on anything—for longer than about two seconds.

In photography there is no meantime. There was just that moment and now there's this moment and in between there is nothing. Photography, in a way, is the negation of chronology.

When I'm working I'm wishing I was doing nothing and when I'm doing nothing I'm wondering if I should be working. I hurry through what I've got to do and then, when I've got nothing to do, I keep glancing at the clock, wishing it was time to go out. Then, when I'm out, I'm wondering how long it will be before I'm back home.

I've always liked things I can just trance out to. Because what that means is that you've escaped the chafe of time. Often when you're bored, it's that friction between you and time.

You were right, Barry...Every second was a gift.

The word risk is a negative one in their vocabulary—it does not connote opportunity or excitement but rather the chance to waste money and time.

Whether we like the idea or not, war has again and again been seen as the great auditor, the special testing time, of a nation's strength and fibre.

For out of olde feldes, as men seyth,Cometh al this newe corn fro yer to yere;And out of olde bokes, in good feyth,Cometh al this newe science that men lere.

But, Lord Crist! whan that it remembreth meUpon my yowthe, and on my jolitee,It tikleth me aboute myn herte roote.Unto this day it dooth myn herte booteThat I have had my world as in my tyme.

Ye, fare wel al the snow of ferne yere!

The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne,Th' assay so hard, so sharp the conquerynge.

For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde,Ay fleeth the tyme, it nyl no man abyde.

Ther nys no werkman, whatsoevere he be,That may bothe werke wel and hastily;This wol be doon at leyser parfitly.

For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.

Til crowes feet be growen under youre yë.

Thing that is seyd is seyd; and forth it gooth.

The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.

Last days, last things, loom on: I write / to astonish myself. So much for all / plain speaking...

ONE WHO WAITS There are those who believe that time is a wheel turning forever. Which would mean that your moment will surely come. Then, there are those who believe that time is a river. Which, if that's true, it's possible that your moment has already flowed by. ED Which one do you think it is ONE WHO WAITS Ah. I think that time is just time.

The question of what exactly we remember when we listen to old recordings, or whether it can be called remembering at all, becomes less and less answerable over a lifetime.

earliest examples are dated to the first century

Nothing that is will always be.- Open Mic Singer

Ants brilliantly self-organized to evolve remarkably robust and hugely successful and sophisticated physical and social structures, but it took them millions of years to do so. Furthermore, they accomplished this more than 50 million years ago and have barely evolved beyond it since.