Quotes About Time

To lose time in the manufacture of cut-and-dried constitutions is, in consequence, a puerile task, the useless labour of an ignorant rhetorician. Necessity and time undertake the charge of elaborating constitutions when we are wise enough to allow these two factors to act

It is time in particular that prepares the opinions and beliefs of crowds, or at least the soil on which they will germinate.

history is scarcely capable of preserving the memory of anything except myths.

Lo que ha sido no tiene razón de ser nuevamente y no será.

Nosotros esperaremos regularmente a que se haya borrado la última huella para empezar a buscarla.

History is no longer as it was for the Greeks, an anamnesis, a remembrance. It is rather a thrust into the future.

Sunday is the only day you have to push like a handcart,' Thomas wrote in The Book Of Everything. ' The other days roll down the bridge by themselves.

If we could live all our lives in the present, with no recourse to what has gone before or what might yet be, we would be so much the simpler for it. But in fact the here and now of life is all too often the least considered, while thoughts of the past and expectations of the future conspire to tangle our minds with irreconcilable regrets and hopes." "The Hole

The birds suffer their suffering each in a lifetime, forgetting it as they go.

History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.

The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.

If I could, I would stop the passage of time. But hour follows on hour, minute on minute, each second robbing me of a morsel of myself for the nothing of tomorrow. I shall never experience this moment again.

Because with time blocking out the bad, memory is always bound to be a bit naive and stupidly optimistic.

avec le temps qui se charge d'effacer les mauvais moments, la mémoire garde à jamais son côté naïf et stupidement positif.

People can cope with the chaos of change over the years (that is, with 'diachronic variation'), simply because they can cope with the even greater chaos of synchronic variation, the diversity at any one point in time.

The simple truth is that ll languages change, all the time - the only static languages are dead ones.

Much like the hands of a clock go nowhere fast, anxious thoughts run us round-and-round without taking us anywhere!

We are not gods. We make mistakes. We do not live very long. Sometimes someone grinds ink, mixes it with water, arranges paper, takes up a brush to record our time, our days, and we are given another life in those words.

We are always the person we were, and we grow into someone very different, if we live long enough. Both things are true.

The sailors say the rain misses the cloud even as it falls through light or dark into the sea. I miss her like that as I fall through my life, through time, the chaos of our time. I dream she is alive even now, but there is nothing to give weight or value to that, it is only me, and what I want to be true. It is only longing. We can want things so much sometimes. It is the way we are.

Amazing, when you thought about it: how quickly-made decisions became the life you lived.

We see only glimpses of history, even our own. It is not entirely ours--in memory, in writing it down, in hearing or in reading it. We can reclaim only part of the past. Sometimes it is enough....

Some paths, some doorways, some people were not to be yours, though the slightest difference in the rippling of time might have made it so.

It does not end. A story finishes-or does for some, not for others-and there are other tales, intersecting, parallel, or sharing nothing but the time. There is always something more.