Quotes About Time

Vreme je takvo da je coveku i bez pica mutno u glavi.

Ali nevolje ne traju vje?no (i to im je zajedni?ko sa radostima) nego prolaze ili se bar smjenjuju i gube u zaboravu.

Na?ini in oblike pripovedovanja se spreminjajo s ?asom in razmerami, potreba po pripovedi in pripovedovanju pa ostaja, pripoved te?e naprej in pripovedovanju ni konca. Tako je v?asih videti, kakor da ?loveštvo od prvega pobliska zavesti skozi stoletja pripoveduje samo sebi v milijon variantah vzporedno z dihanjem svojih plju? in z ritmom svojega utripa ves ?as isto pripoved.

Drugi dan, druga i nafaka.

mladost se ne zadržava kod sje?anja, niti ostaje dugo pri istim mislima.

A warm and close circle formed, like a new existence, created out of realities and yet itself unreal, which was not what it had been the day before nor what it would be the day after, but like a transient island in the flood of time.

sje?anja, kad se jednom krene, ne zadržavaju se kod po?etka

Bilo je vreme dozrelih vru?ina kad se dan i no? gotovo i ne razlikuju, samo što mesec smeni sunce, a u svako doba dana i no?i se podjednako radi i šeta, jede i peva. Vreme kad se o životu može pomisliti sve, osim da prolazi. Vreme kad prvo grož?e nagrne u grad i kad koštica u vo?u po?inje da crni.

?udnovato je, ali istinito, da te velike nesre?e, kao mine sa duga?kim fitiljem, eksplodiraju tek mnogo docnije, ?esto kad ih ve? niko više ne o?ekuje.

This generation was richer only in illusions; in every other way it was similar to any other. It had the feeling of both lighting the fires of a new civilization and extinguishing the last flickers of another. Everything appeared as an exciting new game on that ancient bridge, which shone in the moonlight of those July nights, clean, young and unalterable, strong and lovely in its perfection, stronger than all that time might bring and man imagine or do.

Some of us will plant the seed and never see the plant.

It is impossible to pretend that you are not heir to, and therefore, however inadequately or unwillingly, responsible to, and for, the time and place that give you life. —James Baldwin

longer than it was necessary or productive to do so.

The clock stands still yet time does not. Even as he lies here he can feel time at work on him like a wasting disease, like the quicklime they pour on corpses. Time is gnawing away at him, devouring one by one the cells that make him up. His cells are going out like lights.

But of course, time didn't work like that. And memory is but a television show of your own life, a movie screen that you can play witness to, but not interact with, change to course of, redirect.

Je mehr sich die Dinge ändern, desto mehr bleibt alles beim alten.

Ama aptall?k ettim, iyi vakit geçirtmek yerine onu kasvete boÄŸdum. Gerçekten de dünyan?n ÅŸark?c?lara ve dansç?lara kalmas? gerek! Gereksiz ac?lar, aylakça melankoli, boÅŸ piÅŸmanl?klar! -Barbarlar? Beklerken

In this way, little by little , moment by moment, life can slip by without us being fully here for it. Always preoccupied with getting somewhere else, we are hardly ever where we actually are and attentive to what is actually unfolding in this moment.

Never enough time. It's never enough time. Was there enough time?

I have to move fast, if I hesitate even a second longer, I'll lose focus and be trapped forever in this... this... toilet!

Even as I think these words for the first time, the me who is my future self is remembering me thinking these words for the first time.

But the shelf life of that status quo was expiring fast.

What am I supposed to do without you?" "Live. That's all. Just live." "I don't know if I know how." "You'll figure it out," I said, and curled up against him. There were two hours left before four o'clock. And in those two hours, we lived a lifetime.

Yeah, I was asleep, but it's okay. I was having my favorite dream. I have it all the time. I was dancing. I was beautiful. I was dancing.