Quotes About Time

The chronological sorting of memories is an interesting business

The light of long ago is different from the light of today, and yet here, in this house, I'm reminded of the past at every turn.

it would be a long, long time before I heard anything from Boris again.

But one mustn't underestimate the primal appeal—to lose one's self, lose it utterly. And in losing it be born to the principle of continuous life, outside the prison of mortality and time.

I followed after her with a sort of dazed sense of lost time, delighted by her preoccupation, how oblivious she seemed of the minutes flying.

There's only a double abyss: between painter and imprisoned bird; between the record he left of the bird and our experience of it, centuries later.

It seemed my whole life was composed of these disjointed fractions of time, hanging around in one public place and then another, as if I were waiting for trains that never came.

But for all foreseeable time to come- for as long as history was written, until the icecaps melted and the streets of Amsterdam were awash with water- the painting would be remembered and mourned. Who knew, or cared, the names of the Turks who blew the roof of the Parthenon? the mullahs who had ordered the destruction of the Buddhas at Bamiyan? Yet living or dead:their acts stood. It was the worst kind of immortality. Intentionally or no: I had extinguished at light at the heart of the world.

guess that anything we manage to save from history is a miracle.

Then on the opposite page a different ad, for digital cameras, scrawled in artsy letters and signed Joan Miró: You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of it all your life

short term boredom and long term pain

By contrast Hobie lived and wafted like some great sea mammal in his own mild atmosphere, the dark brown of tea stains and tobacco, where every clock in the house said something different and time didn't actually correspond to the standard measure but instead meandered along at its own sedate tick-tock obeying the pace of his antique-crowded backwater, far from the factory-built, epoxy-glued version of the world.

Quizá la buena suerte se parecía a la mala suerte en que tardabas un tiempo en asimilarla.

The days were so much alike I barely noticed the months pass.

else it is—is short. That fate is cruel but maybe not

Looks and language of hatred are not very pretty at any time, but in the atmosphere of death they acquire a character of horror.

ten years of our lives were as a mist that rolls away.

The theistic evolutionist considers the days in Genesis as periods of time, long periods of time. I do not believe that is true. God's marking off the creative days with the words, "And the evening and the morning were the first day," etc., makes it clear that He was not referring to long periods of time but to actual twenty-four hour days.

The long drive to work gave me time to apply my makeup in the car and for my hair to air dry, providing it wasn't humid enough to give me the frizzies.

valorization of busyness.

Those who lead a literary life seem old when they're young and young when they're old, but they're never actually either. Like a good book, they are bound by neither category nor time.

We live in an age when there is a false glare on the things of time and a great mist over the things of eternity.

Tomorrow is the devil's day, but today is God's. Satan does not care how spiritual your intentions are, or how holy your resolutions, if only they are determined to be done tomorrow.

What youth sows, old age must reap.