Quotes About Time

I travel upon the heart line of past and present, weaving in the sun pollen of who I am today, wading in the rain puddles of having too much to say because I must always speak from four directions. It is where I have been. It is where I am going. It is where I move. It is where I am.

At a certain point, some of us just sit down and watch the rest of our lives go by. Don't let it happen to you!

An aging man cannot rewrite his youth but a youth may rewrite his own future.

The Summer's gone, — how did it go?

Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these Of mid-September...

September is more than a month, really; it is a season, an achievement in itself. It begins with August's leftovers and it ends with October's preparations...

September comes, and... Summer thins away.

So I dreamed. Aye one remembers With a sigh those dear Septembers; And I start, as well I may: I have wasted half a day.

Time sure flies when you skip an hour.

DAWN, n. The time when men of reason go to bed.

At 5:29:45, everything happened at once. But it was too fast for the watchers to distinguish: no human eye can separate millionths of a second; no human brain can record such a fraction of time. No one, therefore, saw the actual first flash of cosmic fire. What they saw was its dazzling reflection on surrounding hills. It was, in the words of the observer from The New York Times:

At 5:29:45, everything happened at once. But it was too fast for the watchers to distinguish: no human eye can separate millionths of a second; no human brain can record such a fraction of time. No one, therefore, saw the actual first flash of cosmic fire. What they saw was its dazzling reflection on surrounding hills. It was, in the words of the observer from The New York Times: a light not of this world, the light of many suns in one.

May I ask," I asks, asking, "what you are trying to do with your time traveling and what you do when you have traveled time? Your motives are obscure, your methods abstruse, your results intangible.

How marvelous books are, crossing worlds and centuries, defeating ignorance and, finally, cruel time itself.

While writing a novel about those who have lost their memories, he himself begins to lose his memory… He rushes to finish it before he forgets what he was writing.

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 towards the future.

Ouderdom). Tussen klok en bed.

The aging chose the years of their youth, yet the young, who were not even born then, would have to live in those years. There was a certain injustice in that - choosing the time the next generation would live in. As happens in all elections, actually.

Eine Rose gebrochen, ehe der Sturm sie entblättert.

I have this desire to just while away weeks, months and years. It took me two years to make this record but that was with me trying to condense my process and not disappear down the rabbit hole with all the cool things I've collected. I could take 10 years and not explore everything I want to with these instruments.

Time had ceased quivering and coiling back on itself. It had become taut and resonant and she was enfolded in its infinite smoothness.

The past is our only real possession in life. It is the one piece of property of which time cannot deprive us; it is our own in a way that nothing else in life is. In a word, we are our past; we do not cling to it, it clings to us.

I have learned to savor every minute of time with my four year old daughter not only because I know how quickly children grow up but also because I have no idea what state the world will be in when she is my age.

It was as if each of them sensed vaguely that the Saturday afternoons of youth are few, and precious, and this feeling which neither of them could have defined or described made every moment of this time together too short, too quickly gone, yet clearer and more sharply edged than any other.