Quotes About Time

You reach a moment in life when, among the people you have known, the dead outnumber the living. And the mind refuses to accept more

When I got here my first thought was: Maybe I achieved such an effort with my thoughts that time has made a complete revolution; here I am at the station from which I left on my first journey, it has remained as it was then, without any change. All the lives that I could have led begin here; there is the girl who could have been my girl and wasn't, with the same eyes, the same hair...

Tutte belle cose, però io avevo l'impressione che in quel tempo mio fratello non solo fosse del tutto ammattito, ma andasse anche un poco imbeliccendosi, cosa questa più grave e dolorosa, perché la pazzia è una forza della natura nel male o nel bene, mentre la minchioneria è una debolezza della natura, senza contropartita.

Hep ba??n arkaya dönük mü ilerlersin sen- ya da: -Gördü?ün ?ey hep geride kalan m?d?r?- ya da daha do?rusu: -Yaln?z geçmi?e mi senin yolculu?un?

Ascoltare qualcuno che legge ad alta voce è molto diverso che leggere in silenzio. Quando leggi, puoi fermarti o sorvolare sulle frasi: il tempo sei tu che lo decidi. Quando è un altro che legge è difficile far coincidere la tua attenzione col tempo della sua lettura: la voce va o troppo svelta o troppo piano.

Yes, you are in your room, calm; you open the book to page one, no, to the last page, first you want to see how long it is. It's not too long, fortunately. Long novels written today are perhaps a contradiction: the dimension of time has been shattered, we cannot love or think except in fragments of time each of which goes off along its own trajectory and immediately disappears.

It is pointless to ask whether the new ones are better or worse than the old, since there is no connection between them, just as the old post cards do not depict Maurilia as it was, but a different city which, by chance, was called Maurilia, like this one.

If I tell you that the city toward which my journey tends is discontinuous in space and time, now scattered, now more condensed, you must not believe the search for it can stop.

I desideri sono già ricordi.

Let us move forward in thought to three thousand years from now. Who knows which books from our period will be saved, and who knows which authors' names will be remembered. Some books will remain famous but will be considered anonymous works, as for us the epic of Gilgamesh; others author's names will still be known, but none of their works will survive, as was the case with Socrates; or perhaps, all the surviving books will be attributed to a single, mysterious author, like Homer.

Praise be to the stars that implode. A new freedom opens up within them: annulled from space, exonerated from time, existing, at last, for themselves alone and no longer in relation to all the rest, perhaps only they can be sure they really exist.

a ?ycie to tylko tarzanie si? mi?dzy ?ó?kiem a trumn? [...]

My?li te zaprawione by?y pewn? gorycz? ludzi starych, którzy wi?cej cierpi? nad utrat? rzeczy dawnych, ni? ciesz? si? z nadej?cia nowych.

La realidad fotografiada asume en seguida un carácter nostálgico, de alegría desaparecida en alas del tiempo, un caracter conmemorativo, aunque sea una foto de anteayer.

One sees one's past more and more clearly as time goes by.

and I think of the end of the world which is approaching, or rather, which has been in progress for a long while.

y todo, hervidero de abejas, velos, nubes de humo, le parecía a Cosimo un encantamiento que aquel hombre trataba de suscitar para desaparecer de allí, borrarse, volar lejos, y luego, renacer siendo otro, o en otro tiempo, o en otro lugar. Pero era un mago de poca monta, porque reaparecía siempre igual, acaso chupándose una yema del dedo pinchada.

Viajas para reviver o teu passado? - era agora a pergunta do Kan, que também podia ser formulada assim: - Viajas para achar o teu futuro? E a resposta de Marco: - O algures é um espelho em negativo. O viajante reconhece o pouco que é seu, descobrindo o muito que não teve nem terá.

His memory, if he could patiently reconstruct the hours he had passed, second by second, promised him boundless Edens.

If time has to end, it can be described, instant by instant," Palomar thinks, "and each instant, when described, expands so that its end can no longer be seen." He decides that he will set himself to describing every instant of his life, and until he has described them all he will no longer think of being dead. At that moment he dies.

Alte zile decât astea ale noastre nu sunt, pân? o s? intr?m în mormânt,[...]. De mi-o fi dat s? nu le irosesc, s? nu irosesc nimic din ce sunt ?i din ce-a? putea fi!

It is only when they have the photos before their eyes that they seem to take tangible possession of the day they spent, only then that the mountain stream, the movement of the child with his pail, the glint of sun on the wife's legs take on the irrevocability of what has been and can no longer be doubted.

Contemporaries cannot be good judges.

Il passato (proprio per il fatto d'avere un'immagine così compiuta nella quale non si poteva pensare di cambiar nulla come in quel dormitorio) gli pareva una gran trappola. E il futuro, quando ci se ne fa un'immagine (cioè lo si annette al passato), diventava una trappola esso pure.