Quotes About Time

History is a tattoo of a moment in time.

...there was no need to do any housework at all. After the first four years the dirt doesn't get any worse.

Laundry: Washing — 30 minutes Drying — 60 minutes Putting away — 7 to 10 business days

Dust is particles of the past. If you clean, you're wiping away all those good memories.

If the shelves are dusty and the pots don't shine, it's because I have better things to do with my time.

Nature is now. Humans are a tangled mess of past, present, and future.

Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time, he obeyed.

C'è un proverbio che afferma che la verità viene sempre a galla. Sono arrivata a dubitare di tale proverbio. Sono trascorsi diciannove anni e nonostante tutti i nostri incessanti sforzi, non siamo riusciti a trovare l'uomo che realmente lanciò la bomba.

Era más viejo que sus años. Vinculaba el pasado al presente, y la eternidad latía en él en un ritmo poderoso que dominaba todas sus acciones.

Ma tutte le cose cattive, come quelle buone, hanno una fine...

We wanted to select our own labour.  In another year the time will be up for most of the original gang.  You see, they were recruited during the first year of Berande, and their contracts expire on different months. 

He hated the oblivion of sleep. There was too much to do, too much of life to live. He grudged every moment of life sleep robbed him of, and before the clock had ceased its clattering he was head and ears in the washbasin and thrilling to the cold bite of the water.

Zaten her ÅŸey geçip gider.

GeçmiÅŸi olmayan ;geleceÄŸi önündeki mezardan,bugünüyse içindeki canh?raÅŸ hayat ateÅŸinden ibaret bir adamd?.

And he dreamed as only age can dream upon the colossal futility of youth.

Human existence is girt round with mystery: the narrow region of our experience is a small island in the midst of a boundless sea. To add to the mystery, the domain of our earthly existence is not only an island in infinite space, but also in infinite time. The past and the future are alike shrouded from us: we neither know the origin of anything which is, nor its final destination.

And, in a way, we're all time travelers. Somehow, the entire temporal stream exists, but we're only conscious of a single moment.

Drink deep the cup of life; Take its dark wine into your soul, For it passes round the table only once.

And never forget, Michael said, time travelers never die. No matter what you saw up ahead, about me, I'll always be here.

What great minds lie in the dust," said Guyal in a low voice. "What gorgeous souls have vanished into the buried ages; what marvellous creatures are lost past the remotest memory … Nevermore will there be the like; now in the last fleeting moments, humanity festers rich as rotten fruit. Rather than master and overpower our world, our highest aim is to cheat it through sorcery.

At the last moments of the universe, with eternal darkness converging from all sides, surely someone will arise and cry out: 'Hold back the end for a final moment, while I pay tribute to the gallant brewmasters who have provided us a pathway of golden glory down the fading corridors of time!' And then, is it not possible that a bright gap will appear in the dark, through which the brewmasters are allowed to proceed, to build a finer universe?

Where was his knife, upon which he relied? He had cut cheese for their noonday meal, and had packed the knife away with the cheese. Aillas said: 'Sir, before we continue with this matter, may I offer you a bite of cheese?' 'I care for no cheese, though it is an amusing concept.' 'In that case, allow me a moment while I cut a morsel or two for myself, as I hunger.' 'I have no time to spare while you eat cheese; prepare instead for death.

Experience, my dear lady, has taught me a sad truth: time flows in one direction only! As the days pass none of us grows younger. Sometimes we postpone glorious schemes only to discover in the end that they never have materialized! Procrastination is the thief of life!

Life is a peculiar commodity, with dimensions of its own. Still, if you were to live a million years, engaged in continual pleasures of mind, spirit and body, so that every day you discovered a new delight, or solved an antique puzzle, or overcame a challenge; even a single hour wasted in torpor, somnolence or passivity would be as reprehensible as if the fault were committed by an ordinary person, with scanty years to his life.