Quotes About Time

One forgot, one forgot. What hold had one on the past? The present moment was a little travelling in darkness.

I am just a past with no present.

The sending of a letter constitutes a magic grasp upon the future.

So, in a curious lurid calm which could not last and yet, it seemed, could not end, the days went by.

Yet on the other hand, I did manage to write, and without more than occasional repining, during my years of bondage, and I would not, as some unsatisfied writers do, blame my lack of productivity upon my lack of time.

Sentimentally and in the soul it went on for ages, it still goes on, it goes on and on.

God lives and works in history. The outward mythology changes, the inward truth remains the same.

She was dressed to go to bed only it was ridiculously early to go to bed. She desired to be unconscious.

The presence of the loved one is perhaps always accompanied by anxiety. Mortals must tremble, where angels might enjoy. But this one grain of darkness cannot be accounted a blemish. It graces the present moment with a kind of violence which makes an ecstasy of time.

Mercifully one forgets one's love affairs as one forgets one's dreams.

The past and the present are after all so close, so almost one, as if time were an artificial teasing out of a material which longs to join, to interpenetrate, and to become heavy and very small like some of those heavenly bodies scientists tell us of.

Ludens felt that everyone around him was living in the present, a place where he certainly could not live.

You just seem to have folded up the future. It is folded up.

It's terrible that one doesn't love people forever.

She has somehow missed the bus of life.

And she wondered now how she could go on existing through the successive moments of her life.

Getting through time was rather the problem. The cry of 'Help me!' — but there was no one there.

But the tomorrow upon which I was to make my decision never, in the form in which I had envisaged it, arrived.

Time had never been visible to him before.

I just don't know what's going to happen. All I know is that whatever it is it's got to happen. Next week.

I must tell her, but later, later, later, when it's all long finished and no longer an agony.

Perhaps it was a case of time overflowing.

Why can't you live in the present? You live everywhere but in the present.

Mercifully one forgets one's love affairs as one forgets one's dreams.