Quotes About Time

I have always believed in living in the present; not only to-day, but the very present instant. News that is a day or two days old has lost its interest for me.

But don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.

And now -- now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me? Don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.

It's hard for me to believe that I will die. Because I'm bubbling in a frigid freshness. My life is going to be very long because each instant is. The impression is that I'm still to be born and I can't quite manage it.

I am so lost. But that is exactly how we live; lost in time and space.

Nothing happened if she kept waiting for what was going to happen .

Everything is heavy with dreams when I paint a cave or write to you about one - out of it comes the clatter of dozens of unfettered horses to trample the shadows with dry hooves, and from the friction of the hooves the rejoicing liberates itself in sparks: here I am, the cave and I, in the time that will rot us.

Vivimos exclusivamente en el presente pues siempre y eternamente es el día de hoy -y el día de mañana será un hoy, la eternidad es el estado de las cosas en este momento.

Before her birth was she an idea? Before her birth was she dead? And after her birth she would die? What a thin slice of watermelon.

At half past three in the morning I woke up. And immediately elastic I jumped out of bed. I came to write you. I mean: be. Now it's half past five. I want nothing: I am pure. I don't wish this solitude on you. But I myself am in the creating fog. Lucid darkness, luminous stupidity.

Every thing has an instant in which it is. I want to grab hold of the is of the thing. These instants passing through the air I breathe: in fireworks they explode silently in space.

At this moment" is a rare thing because only sometimes do I step with both feet on the land of the present; usually one foot slides toward the past, the other slides toward the future. And I end up with nothing.

On Sundays she got up early in order to have more time to do nothing.

Nada existe de mais difícil do que entregar-se ao instante. Esta dificuldade é dor humana.

The world had reclaimed its own reality, and, just like after a catastrophe, my culture had ended: I was merely a historical fact. Everything in me had been reclaimed by the beginning of time and by my own beginning. I had passed on to a first, primary plane, I was in the silence of the winds and in the age of tin and copper - at the first age of life.

Entonces se defendía de la muerte viviendo menos, gastando poco de su vida para que no se le acabara.

Twelve years weigh on a person like pounds of lead. The days melt into one another, merge to form one whole block, a big anchor. And the person is lost.

I am at this instant in a white void awaiting the next instant. Measuring time is just a working hypothesis. But whatever exists is perishable and this forces us to measure immutable and permanent time. It never began and never will end. Never.

Words are pebbles rolling in the river

La bondad era tibia y sin consistencia, olía a carne cruda guardada durante mucho tiempo.

Só não inicio pelo fim que justificaria o começo – como a morte parece dizer sobre a vida – porque preciso registrar os fatos antecedentes.

I was born a few instants ago and I am dimmed.

she had stared through the window at a little old lady in the sun, grubby, light and quick – a branch quivering in the breeze. A dry branch where there was so much femininity, Joana had thought, that the poor dear could have a child if life hadn't dried up in her body

De toekomst had tenminste het voordeel niet het heden te zijn, wat slecht is kan altijd beter worden.