Quotes About Time

The doctrine of the Second Coming teaches us that we do not and cannot know when the world drama will end. The curtain may be rung down at any moment: say, before you have finished reading this paragraph.

Time is the very lens through which ye see -- small and clear, as men see through the wrong end of a telescope -- something that would otherwise be too big for ye to see at all. That thing is Freedom: the gift whereby ye most resemble your Maker and are yourselves parts of eternal reality.

"It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards," the Queen remarked.

Begin at the beginning… and go on till you come to the end: then stop.

There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know.

I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.

Child of the pure, unclouded browAnd dreaming eyes of wonder!Though time be fleet and I and thouAre half a life asunder,Thy loving smile will surely hailThe love-gift of a fairy tale.

I'd give all wealth that years have piled, The slow result of Life's decay, To be once more a little child For one bright summer day.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,"To talk of many things:Of shoes—and ships—and sealing wax—Of cabbages—and kings—And why the sea is boiling hot—And whether pigs have wings."

It frequently breakfasts at five-o'clock tea,And dines on the following day.

Alice: How long is forever? White Rabbit: Sometimes, just one second.

the law and the courts are all ways of stabilizing peoples who have no common God, who do not trust each other, who are all strangers and who live with an attenuated sense of time and risk. Gift

Every act of memory is an act of forgetting. The tree of memory set its roots in blood. To secure an ideal, surround it with a moat of forgetfulness. To study the self is to forget the self. In forgetting lies the liquefaction of time. The Furies bloat the present with the undigested past. "Memory and oblivion, we call that imagination." We dream in order to forget.

At the very least, our willingness to ban our emotional manipulation of others produces an extraordinary lightness and peace of mind. For what at first seems like surrender or inaction ends up restoring an almost forgotten sense of vitality and enthusiasm; All that scheming, it turns out, took up much more time and effort than we thought, energy which is now available for new and more satisfying interests.

The clock, not the steam-engine, is the key-machine of the modern industrial age.

Not how long you live, but how much you have lived, how much meaning your life has absorbed and passed on, is what matters.

The word 'year' is meaningless as applied to a physical system by itself: it is not the stars or the planets that experience years, still less measure them, but man. This very observation is the result of man's attention to recurrent movements, seasonable events, biological rhythms, measurable sequences. When the idea of a year is projected back upon the physical universe, it tells something further that is important to man: otherwise, it is a poetic fiction.

That idea of time cannot be located in space, though it has endless spatial manifestations, both physical and symbolic.

Through its complex orchestration of time and space, no less than through the social division of labor, life in the city takes on the character of a symphony: specialized human aptitudes, specialized instruments, give rise to sonorous results which, neither in volume nor in quality, could be achieved by any single piece. Cities

The Greek poleis in their best days had no great surplus of goods: what they had was a surplus of time, that is, leisure, free and untrammeled, not commited-as in America today-to excessive materialistic consumption, but available for conversation, sexual passion, intellectual reflection, and esthetic delight.

As I showed earlier, the idea of time is more important than any physical instrument invented for recording time;

There is no better moment than this moment, when we're anticipating the actual moment itself. All of the moments that lead up to the actual moment are truly the best moments. Those are the moments that are filled with good times. Those are the moments in which you are able to think that it is going to be perfect, when the moment actually happens. But, the moment is reality, and reality always kinda sucks!

Wise men say that time is like a river. I say time is like a river of SHIT... and as you float down that river in your little canoe, your paddles are getting smaller and smaller.

How long can human beings ache before their hearts close off the wound?