Quotes About Time

It was one of those dreams that invade the space between seconds, proving sleep has its own physics- where time shrinks and swells, lifetimes unspool in a blink, and cities burn to ash in a mere flutter of lashes.

She] had heard it said that there was only one emotion which, in recollection, was capable of resurrecting the full immediacy and power of the original—one emotion that time could never fade, and that would drag you back any number of years into the pure, undiluted feeling, as if you were living it anew. It wasn't love… and it wasn't hate, or anger, or happiness, or even grief. Memories of those were but echoes of the true feeling. It was shame. Shame never faded.

Once upon a time, a sister made a vow she didn't know how to break, and it broke her instead. Once upon a time, a girl did the impossible, but she did it just a little too late.

There was only present, and it was infinite. The past and the future were just blinders we wore so that infinity wouldn't drive us mad.

He dreamed of deserts and great empty cities and imagined he could feel the minutes and hours of his life running through him, as though he were nothing but an hourglass of flesh and bone.

My people understood that time is an ocean, not a river," she said to them all. "It doesn't flow away and pour itself out, done and gone. It simply is—eternal and entire. Mortals might move through it in one direction, but that's no reflection of its true nature—only of our limitations. Past and future are our own constructs.

Music. Close your eyes and it's a rosebush blooming in time lapse so that it shoots and blossoms flow outward in a swift choreography of growth and collapse, twine and coil, release and fade. Close your eyes and music paints light vines and calligraphy on the darkness within you.

There is the past, and there is the future," he had said to his brothers and sisters not long ago. "The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other." He'd been wrong. There was only the present, and it was infinite. The past and the future were just blinders we wore so that infinity wouldn't drive us mad.

She didn't want to kill a moment. She wanted to live one. Live many. So how in the name of the godstars do you do that? Was it too late to learn?

And strangely fold the hours as the end draws near.

There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other.

My people understood that time is an ocean, not a river. It doesn't flow away and pour itself out, done and gone. It simply is - eternal and entire. Mortals might move through it in one direction, but that's no reflection of its true nature - only of our limitations. Past and future are our own constructs. And as for myths, some are made up, nothing but fantasy. But some myths are true. Some have already been lived. And in the drift of time, eternal and entire, some haven't.

The night felt very long, but it ended as all nights do.

Never before had time seemed so like currency, each moment a coin that could be well- or ill-spent, or even, if one wasn't careful, wasted and lost.

No era tiempo para enamorarse

Existe el pasado, y también el futuro. El presente no es más que el único segundo que divide la una a la otra...

Beklemi?sin," dedi Akiva. "Ben... bekleyece?imi söylemi?tim." "Bekleyebilece?in kadar bekleyece?ini söylemi?tin." Söz vermedi?i için k?zm?? m?yd?? Karou ona, o s?rada, ?imdi fark?nda oldu?u ?eyi bilmdi?ini söylemek istiyordu -"bekleyebilece?i kadar beklemenin" yeterince uzun bir süre oldu?unu, sanki hayat? boyunca onu beklemi? gibi hissetti?ini...

tiden är ett hav, inte en flod [...]. Den flyter inte iväg och rinner ut. Den bara är ? evig och hel. Dödliga kanske rör sig i en riktning, men det säger inget om dess sanna natur, bara om våra begränsningar. Det förflutna och framtiden är något vi själva har konstruerat (s. 559).

Existe el pasado y existe el futuro», les había dicho a sus hermanos y hermanas no hacía tanto. «El presente no es más que el breve instante que separa uno de otro.»

Let us leave the past, shall we? The present give us more than enough to talk about, and then, of course, there is the future.

How many days had passed in this way, living from nightmare to nightmare?

Sometimes a moment is so remarkable that it carves out a space in time and spins there, while the world rushes on around it.

The books may be immortal, but we are not.

The past and the future were just blinders we wore so that infinity wouldn't drive us mad.