Quotes About Time

A pity we hadn't had time to say all the things we wanted to each other.

Today, far continents have become suburbs. Even the moon has somehow come closer. But for all that, the past has not lost its power, and if within a lifetime a man changes his skin an infinite number of times--almost as often as his suits--still he does not change his heart: he has but one.

Time, my twin, take me by the hand through the streets of your city; my days, your pigeons, are fighting for crumbs—

The irreversibility of time is the mechanism that brings order out of chaos.

Each society, as I've written elsewhere, betrays its own characteristic "time bias"—the degree to which it places emphasis on past, present, or future. One lives in the past. Another may be obsessed with the future.

Only when a system behaves in a sufficiently random way may the difference between past and future, and therefore irreversibility, enter into its description...The arrow of time is the manifestation of the fact that the future is not given, that, as the French poet Paul Valery emphasized, 'time is a construction'.

according to the Second Law, there is an inescapable loss of energy in the universe. And, if the world machine is really running down and approaching the heat death, then it follows that one moment is no longer exactly like the last. You cannot run the universe backward to make up for entropy. Events over the long term cannot replay themselves. And this means that there is a directionality or, as Eddington later called it, an "arrow" in time.

Nature is change, the continual elaboration of the new, a totality being created in an essentially open process of development without any preestablished model. "Life progresses and endures in time."16 The only part of this progression that intelligence can grasp is what it succeeds in fixing in the form of manipulable and calculable elements and in referring to a time seen as sheer juxtaposition of instants.

Only when a system behaves in a sufficiently random way may the difference between past and future, and therefore irreversibility, enter its description.

children in an industrial society are "time trained"—they learn to read the clock, and they learn to distinguish even quite small slices of time, as when their parents tell them, "You've only got three more minutes till bedtime!" These sharply honed temporal skills are often absent in slower-moving agrarian societies that require less precision in daily scheduling than our time-obsessed society.

We are running out of time, the earth is ravaged, our bodies are indefinite; Lorraine reminds us to make use of each moment.

Space and time are the framework within which the mind is constrained to construct its experience of reality.

Have patience awhile; slanders are not long-lived. Truth is the child of time; erelong she shall appear to vindicate thee.

Everybody says / time heals everything. / But what of the wretched hollow? / The endless in between?

De mens leeft met zijn gezicht naar de toekomst, maar dit betekent nog niet dat hij vooruitgaat.

Cooking is one of the great gifts you can give to those you love. It says "you're important enough to me to spend the time and effort to cook for you.

Fear, any fear, is a waste of time. As the regrets.

Tell me, love, what I can't explain: Should I spend this short, horrid time with thoughts only, and alone know no love and give none? Must one think? Won't he be missed?

Elisabeth had not had her future and her parents had not had theirs, there was nothing to this so-called future which was always promised to the young.

In the end he'll find out what's going on with me, since we still have the rest of our lives. Maybe not ahead of us, maybe just today, but we do have our lives, there's no doubt about that.

But one day I will want to know it and from that day on I will stay behind and fall back into yesterday. But it's not tomorrow yet. Before yesterday and tomorrow arrive, I have to silence them inside me. It is today. I am here and today.

Spiegami, amore, quel che non so spiegare: in questo tempo breve, orribile, dovrò avere il pensiero solo per compagno? nessun affetto conoscere o creare? che uno pensi è necessario? la sua mancanza non si avverte? tu dici: un altro spirito conta su di noi... non mi spiegare. vedo la salamandra guizzare in ogni fuoco. non prova brivido e nulla le fa male

Enigma Ya no vendrá nada más. Nunca más será ya primavera. Los calendarios milenarios a cualquiera lo predicen. Pero tampoco verano y más adelante lo que tiene nombres tan buenos como "veraniego"- No vendrá ya nada más. No debes llorar, dice una música. Más no dice nadie.

Malina: calm the commotion. Disturb the calm. Me: (doltente, Molto Mosso) But when will the time finally come to accomplish this, when can I do and do nothing more, all at once? When will the time come when I can find time for that? When will it be time to stop all false differentiation and categorization, to stop false fear and suffering, senseless empathy, this constant, senseless pondering and musing! (Una corda) I want to think my way out slowly. (Tutte le corde) Is that the way it is?