Quotes About Time

Patent licensing was not a business strategy for Pixar. It was a financing strategy, something we would do once or twice to bring in cash, but no more. It would buy Pixar time, not guarantee long-term success.

He'd never been the type of awaken easily, always struggling to cross that daily border between slumber and the responsibilities of the wide awake world. But that day he had opened his eyes and known. Death had announced itself, named a time and place, and left him instantly alert.

We want to forget until we start to forget. from the poem Regret

I'd like to tell you not to be afraid, but I've lost my voice. I'm not used to all these legs, these claws, these feelers. It's the old story, predictable as fallout—the rearrangement of molecules. And everyone is surprised and no one understands why each man tries to kill the thing he loves, when the change comes over him. So now you know what I never found the time to say. Sweetheart, put down your flamethrower. You know I always loved you.

Then it's not the past I yearn for, but the idea of a time when everything important has not yet happened: — Lawrence Raab, from section 5 of "The Uses of Nostalgia," What We Don't Know About Each Other (Penguin, 1993)

Aristotle's classic dictum: "A whole is that which has beginning, middle, and end." It is true for a whole life, is it not? That realization has been

history is change. You can't stop it; all you can do is try to keep from getting run over by it.

Time does not die; only people.

There is no comfort looking forth nor back, The present gives the lie to all her past.

100 invested at 7 percent interest for 100 years will become 100,000, at which time it will be worth absolutely nothing.

You can't make war against terror. Terror is a technique of battle. It's a tactic that has been employed since time immemorial. You can conduct clandestine action against terrorists, and that must be done.

There are moments which are made up of too much stuff for them to be lived at the time they occur.

L'idée de ma survie dans ma postérité ne me touche pas beaucoup. L'avenir, cette énigme irritante, m'ennuie. Mais choisir son passé, se laisser flotter dans le temps révolu comme on remonte la vague, toucher au fond de soi le secret de ceux qui nous ont engendré: voilà qui permet de rêver, qui laisse le passage à une autre vie, à un flux rafraîchissant.

Our world, like a charnel-house, is strewn with the detritus of dead epochs.

Time has two aspects. There is the arrow, the running river, without which there is no change, no progress, or direction, or creation. And there is the circle or the cycle, without which there is chaos, meaningless succession of instants, a world without clocks or seasons or promises.

Well, we think that time "passes," flows past us, but what if it is we who move forward, from past to future, always discovering the new? It would be a little like reading a book, you see. The book is all there, all at once, between its covers. But if you want to read the story and understand it, you must begin with the first page, and go forward, always in order. So the universe would be a very great book, and we would be very small readers.

O foolish writer. Now moves. Even in storytime, dreamtime, once-upon-a-time, now isn't then.

Nothing remains the same from one moment to the next, you can't step into the same river twice. Life--evolution--the whole universe of space/time, matter/energy--existence itself--is essentially change.

Young he was not, so that one had to call him old, but the word did not suit him.

I can only say what I myself have learned: that life's purpose is to grow. We have time in abundance- an enternity, in fact- to repeat our mistakes. We only need to correct them once, however- to learn our lesson and hear the song of enlightenment- to break the chain of vengeance forever. If we can do this personally, no matter how many others follow, our hearts will at least find peace.

I don't know how time moves or which of our sorrows or our desires it is able to wash away.

Locked up eighteen years, without even a television set or a newspaper. Needlework might seem pretty important if it was all you could do.

How strange it is, our little procession of life! The child says, "When I am a big boy." But what is that? The big boy says, "When I grow up." And then, grown up, he says, "When I get married." But to be married, what is that after all? The thought changes to "When I'm able to retire." And then, when retirement comes, he looks back over the landscape traversed; a cold wind seems to sweep over it; somehow he has missed it all, and it is gone.

Have you ever been out for a late autumn walk in the closing part of the afternoon, and suddenly looked up to realize that the leaves have practically all gone? You hadn't realized it. And you notice that the sun has set already, the day gone before you knew it -- and with that a cold wind blows across the landscape. That's retirement.