Quotes About Time

Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it. Here I stand.

She's so — well, maybe she is a witch. I mean, maybe that's what witches were … old women with strange talents. Like her — being able to pass through time.

And, my dad concluded, calming down a little, all our dignity consists in just that. I mean, man's little and can't fill time and space, but he sure can make use of the brain God gave him.

The most horrid sound in the world, that of the once-was: alive in the past, perishing in the present, a corpse made of dust in the future.

Maybe, he pondered as he ascended the stairs, that's my problem with Kathy. I can't remember our combined past: can't recall the days when we voluntarily lived with each other... now it's become an involuntary arrangement, derived God knows how from the past.

He fixed things—clocks, refrigerators, vidsenders and destinies.

Half to himself, Fat said, He causes things to look different so it would appear time has passed.

To himself he thought, I was born in the wrong century. A hundred years ago this wouldn't have happened and a hundred years from now it will be illegal.

Es el tipo de cosa que, si sabes que se puede hacer, la haces tú mismo, si dispones del tiempo suficiente.

Like a graveyard for soldiers, he thought morbidly as he moved about, feeling compressed by the smallness of the room. On a wicker table a copy of Proust's Remembrance of Things Past. "How far'd you get into it?" he asked her. "To Within a Budding Grove.

I don't expect to live long. So what? I don't want to be around long. Do you? Why? What's in this world?

The past is latent, is submerged, but still there, capable of rising to the surface once the later imprinting unfortunately - and against ordinary experience - vanished. The man contains - not the boy - but earlier men, he thought. History began a long time ago.

History is passing us by.

You're going to read me my sins, Charles Freck said. The creature nodded and unsealed the scroll. Freck said, lying helpless on his bed, And it's going to take a hundred thousand hours.

Motion that is circular is the deadest form of the universe." Another voice said, "Time." He knew the answer to that. Time is round.

There is little future, Mike thought, for someone who is dead. There is, usually, only the past.

So then when they rise and tend to be, the more quickly they grow that they may be, so much the more they haste not to he. —St. Augustine

All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. - Roy Batty of Blade Runner

Thinking this he wondered if Mozart had had any intuition that the future did not exist, that he had already used up his little time.

All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain - Roy Batty of Blade Runner

Place there is none; we go backward and forward, and there is no place. —St. Augustine

Time ceased as the eyes gazed and the universe jelled along with him, at least for him, froze over with him and his understanding, as its inertness became complete. There was nothing he did not know; there was nothing left to happen.

WITH THEM, Joe Fernwright thought, there is not life but merely a synopsis of life. We are a thread that passes through their hands; always in motion, always flowing, we slip by and are never fully grasped. The slipping away is continuous, and carries all of us with it, on and on, toward the dreadful alchemy of the tomb.

How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.