Quotes About Time

But behind the existence which falls from one present to the other, without a past, without a future, behind these sounds which decompose from day to day, peel off and slip towards death, the melody stays the same, young and firm, like a pitiless witness.

This feeling of adventure definitely does not come from events: I have proved it. It's rather the way in which the moments are linked together.

But a big or little rascal? I don't have a high enough opinion of historical research to lose my time over a dead man whose hand, if he were alive, I would not deign to touch. What do I know about him? You couldn't dream of a better life than his: but did he live it? If only his letters weren't so formal. . . . Ah

ölümü hiç düÅŸünmemiÅŸtim, çünkü böyle bir f?rsat olmam??t?, ama ÅŸimdi f?rsat vard? ve bunu düÅŸünmek dururken neden baÅŸka ÅŸeyler yapmal?yd??

Jag kastade en ängslig blick runt omkring mig: nuet, ingenting annat än nuet. [...] Nuets verkliga natur rörde sig: det var det som existerade och allt som inte var nuet existerade inte. Det förflutna existerade inte. (s.172)

OLGA. Exactly. We must get the true story here and now. LOUIS: The story stinks. I don't want to have anything to do with it. And in any case I don't have the time to conduct a class examination.

we are not on the side of history made. We were, as I have said, situated in such a way that every lived minute seemed to us like something irreducible.

why distort a past that can no longer stand up for itself?

Il faudrait si peu pour que le disque s'arrête...

în societatea noastr?, care se afl? în continu? miÈ™care, întârzierile dau uneori avansuri.

Tarih, var olmuÅŸ olan bir ÅŸeyden söz eder; oysa bir var olan baÅŸka bir var olan?n varoluÅŸunu hakl? ç?karamaz.

Ben geçmiÅŸimi nerede saklayaca??m? GeçmiÅŸinizi cebinizde saklayamazs?n?z. Onu koyacak bir eviniz olmal?. Gövdemden baÅŸka ÅŸeyim yok benim. Yapayaln?z bir adam, salt gövdesiyle an?lar? durdurup saklayamaz. An?lar üzerinden geçip gider onun.

Se muere siempre demasiado pronto, o demasiado tarde.

What an odd occupation: it doesn't look like a game or a rite, or a habit. I think they do it to pass the time, nothing more. But time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.

Ama biz, yar?n?n henüz orada olmad???n? hep unutuyoruz.

There ought to exist for the human being, in so far as he is conscious of being, a certain mode of standing opposite his past and his future, as being both this past and this future and as not being them.

Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings.

Anny kar??mda, dört y?ld?r birbirimizi görmedik, ama birbirimize söyleyecek sözümüz yok art?k.

time. The old woman reaches the corner of the street, no more than a bundle of black clothes. All right then, it's new, she wasn't there a little while ago. But it's a tarnished deflowered newness, which can never surprise. She is going to turn the corner, she turns—during an eternity. I tear myself from the window

This joy was used up a long time ago. Will it be reborn today?

É isso o tempo, o tempo que inteiramente nu, que acede lentamente à existência, se faz esperar, e que, quando chega, nos enfastia, porque percebemos então que já estava ali havia muito. »

É isso o tempo, o tempo inteiramente nu, que acede lentamente à existência, se faz esperar, e que, quando chega, nos enfastia, porque percebemos então que já estava ali havia muito.

people talk a lot about this famous passing of time, but you scarcely see it. You see a woman, you think that one day she will be old, only you don't SEE her grow old. But there are moments when you think you SEE her growing old and you feel yourself growing old with her: that is the feeling of adventure.

Something begins in order to end: an adventure doesn't let itself be extended; it achieves significance only through its death. Towards this death, which may also be my own, I am drawn irrevocably. Each moment appears only to bring on the moments after. To each moment I cling with all my heart: I know that it is unique, irreplaceable – and yet I would not lift a finger to prevent it from being annihilated.