Quotes About Time

You want to know the problem with going somewhere no one's ever been? It takes so damned long to get there.

Have you traveled through time?" "Yes," Worf said, "but I do not recommend it.

Someone once told me that time is a predator that stalks us all our lives. I'd rather believe that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey, and reminds us to cherish every moment, because they'll never come again.

Life is this conto, account," said the banker in him. "It's an unknown quantity of days from which one is permitted to withdraw only one precious one of them at a time. No deposits accepted.

Bon Iver, "Holocene

hay gold dusk of late spring

Death Laughs In The Faces Of Clocks

When inspiration comes life is lived in the moment and peace descends. When inspiration leaves thoughts turn to violently killing time

Simplicity takes time, patience & practice. Complexity offers too many excuses for failure

In The Past, Andy Warhol Will Be Psychic For 15 seconds

Most dreams die a slow death. They're conceived in a moment of passion, with the prospect of endless possibility, but often languish and are not pursued with the same heartfelt intensity as when first born. Slowly, subtly, a dream becomes elusive and ephemeral. People who've lost their own dreams become pessimists and cynics. They feel like the time and devotion spent on chasing their dreams were wasted. The emotional scars last forever.

Evil itself may be relentless. I will grant you that, but love is relentless too. Friendship is a relentless force. Family is a relentless force. Faith is relentless force. The human spirit is relentless, and the human heart outlasts - and can defeat - even the most relentless force of all, which is time.

We yearn for tomorrow and the progress that it represents. But yesterday was once tomorrow, and where was progress in it? Or we yearn for yesterday, for what was or what might have been. But as we are yearning, the present is becoming the past, so the past is nothing but our yearning for second chances.

Each smallest act of kindness, reverberates across great distances and spans of time --affecting lives unknown to the one who's generous spirit, was the source of this good echo. Because kindness is passed on and grows each time it's passed until a simple courtesy becomes an act of selfless courage, years later, and far away. Likewise, each small meanness, each expression of hatred, each act of evil.

Carpe Deim, Carpe Noctem.

A man begins dying at the moment of his birth. Most People live in denial of Death's patient courtship until, late in life and deep in sickness, they become aware of him sitting bedside.

I can love October in September. September doesn't care.

Some lives, conducted with grace, are beautiful arcs bridging this world to eternity.

In memory, she lived and moved and laughed, but all that a photograph could offer was one frozen moment of a life.

Time doesn't, as advertised, heal all wounds. Although the wrenching immediacy of grief eventually passed, the settled sorrow that replaced it might in its own way be even more intense.

What will happen will happen. There is time for miracles until there is no more time, but time has no end.

Death came, Death went, but Commerce flowed Eternal.

But with one exception, all things pass from this world and time erases not just memories but entire civilizations, reducing everyone and every monument to dust. The only thing that survives is love, for it is an energy as enduring as light, which travels outward from its source toward the ever-expanding boundaries of the universe, the very energy of which all things were conceived and with which all things will be sustained in a world beyond this world of time and dust and forgetting.

To understand the universe, our world, and all life in the world, you have to step out of time, which for living humanity is not an option, because we are a part of this painting, characters within it, able to perceive it only as a continuing series of events, episodes. However, because we are conscious creatures with the gift of reason, we can seek and learn and extrapolate from what we learn, and conceive the truth.