Quotes About Time

To lift such a heavy weight, Sisyphus, you will need all your courage. I do not lack the courage to complete the task But the goal is far and time is short.

2 June 1942. Never forget that the war will be over and that the entire historical side will fade away. Try to create as much as possible: things, debates Ã¢â'¬Â¦ that will interest people in 1952 or 2052.

I know that I am more intelligent, superior, more valuable where goodness is concerned than those men. They are strong but their strength is temporary and an illusion. It will be drained from them by time, defeat, the hand of fate, illness (as was the case with Napoleon). And everyone will be dumbfounded. "But how?" people will say. "They were the ones we were afraid of!

In spite of everything, the thing that links all these people together is our times, solely our times. Is that really enough? I mean: is this link sufficiently felt?

Así que también las personas mayores sufrían por cosas fútiles y pasajeras?

Time can divorce us from the reality of people, it can separate us from people and turn them into ghosts. Or rather it is we who turn them into ghosts or demons. Some kinds of fruitless preoccupations with the past can create such simulacra, and they can exercise power, like those heroes at Troy fighting for a phantom Helen.

Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.

youth is a marvelous garment

In philosophy if you aren't moving at a snail's pace you aren't moving at all.

There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.

Time, like the sea, unties all knots.

But one must do something about the past. It doesn't just cease to be. It goes on existing and affecting the present, and in new and different ways, as if in some other dimension it too were growing.

So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.

Only the deeper parts of the mind have so little sense of time.

The division of one day from the next must be one of the most profound peculiarities of life on this planet. It is, on the whole, a merciful arrangement. We are not condemned to sustained flights of being, but are constantly refreshed by little holidays from ourselves.

I'm not young. I've never had any youth.

There are no spare unrecorded encapsulated moments in which we can behave 'anyhow' and then expect to resume life where we left off.

Everything in his life now seemed to signal: too late.

You seem to think the past is unreal, a pit full of ghosts. But to me the past is in some ways the most real thing of all, and loyalty to it the most important thing of all.

Things, things, they outlive us and go to scenes that we know nothing of.

There is a time limit to how long a spirited young person can be kept in cold storage.

Was this strange mode of life to go on and on?

Tell her I was young once and star-bright Who am now invisible . . .

Only the house was still desolate and the day had a livid ruined atmosphere, time had been damaged in some deep way, like on a day of bereavement or frightful national disaster.