Quotes About Time

Grief and tragedy and hatred are only for a time. Goodness, remembrance and love have no end.

It's a time of sorrow and sadness when we lose a loss of life.

It will take time to restore chaos

Each happiness of yesterday is a memory for tomorrow.

All War Departments are now Defense Departments. This is all part of the doubletalk of our time. The aggressor is always on the other side.

One of the things that has helped me as much as any other, is not how long I am going to live, but how much I can do while living.

Author complains about "the further submergence of irrecoverable history into a perpetually churned present.

The cradle is shallower than the grave.

Notre vie est déjà pleine de morts, et pour chacun le plus mort des morts est le petit garçon qu'il fut. Et pourtant l'heure venue, c'est lui qui reprendra sa place à la tête de ma vie, rassemblera mes pauvres années jusqu'à la dernière, et comme un jeune chef ses vétérans, ralliant la troupe en désordre entrera le premier dans la maison du Père.

We must know how to look into images to see that of which they are survivors. So that history, liberated from the pure past (that absolute, that abstraction), might help us to open the present of time.

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory.

Take flight each day! At least for a moment, however brief, as long as it is intense. Every day a "spiritual exercise,"…Leave ordinary time behind. Make an effort to rid yourself of your own passions… Become eternal by surpassing yourself. This inner effort is necessary, this ambition, just.

We ask for our daily crumb of love. We are given a ton for eternity, which is death.

Oh, the vanity of plans! Our lives proceed regardless. All the things we work out in such minute detail slip away from us at the last moment, or change.

Is that not what makes it great?' he retorted to his friend. 'Its beauty resides in its silence, and its glory in now only belonging to a few priests and poor people, that is to say to those who are purest because they have renounced the world. Its higher destiny is to be something which has outlived its time.

Even during the nights, their nights punctuated by unending kisses, they were sometimes irritated by the carillon, which sounded every quarter of an hour from the top of the belfry opposite. A slow, indistinct jingling which seemed to come from far, far away, from the depths of childhood, from the depths of the ages. It was like a dead bouquet falling, an autumn of sound shedding its leaves over the town. ("The Dead Town")

C'era un'atmosfera da domenica sera, quando ci si sente fiacchi senza aver fatto nulla, invasi da un molle torpore, e i minuti scorrono più lenti che gli altri giorni.

It was growing late, and though one might stand on the brink of a deep chasm of disaster, one was still obliged to dress for dinner.

Somewhere in the Andes, they believe to this very day that the future is behind you. It comes up from behind your back, surprising and unforeseeable, while the past is always before your eyes, that which has already happened. When they talk about the past, the people of the Aymara tribe point in front of them. You walk forward facing the past and you turn back toward the future.

There is no time machine except the human being.

We are constantly producing the past. We are factories for the past. Living past-making machines, what else? We eat time and produce the past. Even death doesn't put a stop to this. A person might be gone, but his past remains.

You can't make a museum to preserve something that has never left.

The past grows like a weed.

Time feeds on us. We are food for time.