Quotes About Time

2042 is the year we conquered death, and also the year we stopped counting. Sure, we still numbered years for a few more decades, but at the moment of the immortality, passing time ceased to matter.

In time, all storms settle to a pleasant breeze. —The Thunderhead

Tomorrow is going to have to take care of itself for a while. Yesterday too.

You have been dead for more than three years.

Volume of curious facts and fictions of people who lived each day of their lives with the ravages of age and relentless approach of death. The brittle pages were filled with melodramatic and passionate short-sightedness that seemed laughable now. People who believed that their slightest actions mattered and that they could find a sense of completion before death inevitably took them, along with everyone they ever knew and loved.

He should have just gone on with his unremarkable life — because then, maybe, just maybe, he might have had the chance to do something remarkable with it in time.

But . . . but I'm only ninety-six

Does he feel remorse for coming at this time of day? Only when he looks at people's faces, so he tries not to. They are not people—they are ideas. They are just extensions of the enemy.

But if I do find it, and if I am able to travel to the very beginning of time, the ramifications are staggering. It could mean that I may very well be the Creator. I may, in fact, be God. How ironic, then, and how poetic, that humankind may have created the Creator out of want for one. Man creates God, who then creates man. Is that not the perfect circle of life? But then, if that turns out to be the case, who is created in whose image?

I feel bad for you, said Citra. Even when you're food shopping, death is hiding right behind death. It never hides, the scythe told them with a world-weariness that was hard to describe. Nor does it sleep. You'll learn that soon enough.

It was hard to have feelings about something she was years away from even considering.

Pero, cuanto más leía, más comprendía los miedos y los sueños de los mortales. Lo mucho que les costaba vivir en el momento, a pesar de que el momento era lo único que tenían.

In order not to feel time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, get drunk and stay that way. On what? On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get drunk!

Or poking through a house, in closets shut for years, Full of the scent of time - acrid, musky, dank, One comes, perhaps, upon a flask of memories In whose escaping scent a soul returns to life. - The Flask

The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).

Minutes, foolish mortal, are the base mineral that you must not let go of without extracting their gold!

Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.

Mais qu'importe l'éternité de la damnation à qui a trouvé dans une seconde l'infini de la jouissance!

A cada minuto nos sentimos aplastados por la idea y la sensación del tiempo. Y no hay más que dos recursos para escapar a esa pesadilla, para olvidarla: el placer y el trabajo. El placer nos gasta. El trabajo nos fortifica. Elijamos

I love recalling those antique, nude times

O pallid seasons, mistress of our climes

Ô douleur! ô douleur! Le Temps mange la vie, Et l'obscur Ennemi qui nous range le coeur Du sang que nous perdons croît et se fortifie!

Oh, sim! O Tempo está de volta; O Tempo reina como um rei agora; e junto dele aquele velho homem com seu arsenal demoníaco de Memórias, Arrependimentos, Espasmos, Medos, Ansiedades, Pesadelos, Raivas, e Neuroses. Eu lhe asseguro que os segundos são mais fortes agora, solenemente acentuados, e cada um, saltando do relógio, diz assim, Eu sou a Vida, intolerável, implacável!

I have more memories than if I had lived a thousand years.