Quotes About Time

Coincidences undeniably imply meaning. I am rereading Hart Crane. I notice the date On which he stepped off that boat Was April 26. Tomorrow is April 26. The year of his suicide was 1932. I was four. I am now fifty-one. One undeniable implication in this case then Is that the year, today, Is 1979. Afterward, Crane's mother scrubbed floors. Eventually, I may or may not Jump overboard. Are there questions?

It had its moments," I said. "I'll be damned if it didn't have its moments.

In a thousand years, Fred, no one will even know or care we existed.

To live (as I understand it) is to exist within a conception of time. But to remember is to vacate the very notion of time. Every memory, no matter how remote its subject, takes place 'Now,' at the moment it's called to the mind. The more something is recalled, the more the brain has a chance to refine the original experience. Because every memory is a re-creation, not a playback.

To live as I understand it is to exist within a conception of time. But to remember is to vacate the very notion of time.

if the creator of the universe is spending all his time watching you, it must surly be because he loves you.

if the creator of the universe is spending all his time watching you, it must surely be because he loves you

Every memory, no matter how remote its subject, takes place "now",at the moment it's called up in the mind. The more something is recalled, the more the brain has a chance to refine the original experience, because every memory is a re-creation, not a playback.

On God's calendar, there are no ordinary days.

They used to build locomotives in Gateshead, very fine complicated powerful locomotives, but they never seem to have had time to build a town'.

We are the graceless and dumbfounded, insane with our own insatiable desire for another time and place.

The value of a life is determined not by its length, but by what you do with it.

If any object, achievement, or relationship was a true cause of happiness, then whoever had such a thing should be happy. But no such thing has ever been found," continued Lobsang. "What's saddest of all is that if we believe that our happiness depends on something we don't currently have, then we can't be happy here and now. Yet here and now is the only time we can be happy. We can't be happy in the future; it doesn't yet exist.

The awesome privilege of being healthy and free to choose how to spend our time.

If we believe that our happiness depends on something we don't currently have, then we cant be happy here and now. Yet here and now is the only time we can be happy. We cant be happy in future; it doesn't yet exist.

There can come a time, witnessing the decline of a loved one, when the peace of physical death starts to seem preferable to the torture of continued living.

We forget that it's only a matter of time before there is change—and, once again, a shift in perspective.

The wedding ring on my left hand was bought by my grandfather, Samuel Miliband, in Brussels in 1920. I never knew him, as he died when I was one. But his ring was kept by my aunt until it was placed on my finger by my wife Louise 32 years later.

Patience often surrenders to time, and dreams go unfulfilled - act as if time is fleeting, as it is.

Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.

in Ecclesiastes 1:9-11 "There is nothing new under the sun. Is there anything new of which one might say, 'See this, it is new?' Already it has existed for ages which were before us. There is no remembrance of earlier things; and of the later things which will occur, there will be no remembrance among those who will come later still.

It was time for some serious thinking, and Jasper didn't reckon he should do that on an empty lung. Empty head was one thing; lungs needed smoke to survive – so his ol' Pap'd said.

Remember what I said about worlds," Nettie said, "and time. You have said it yourself – I heard it like a whisper on the wind. It is all dreams within dreams. That is the real secret. Time is not made up of one long string, but of layers.

He wondered briefly if that was how it always was with magic. It started out vital and potent, and then, over time, as men and women fought to possess it, hide it, steal it, and decipher it, it grew more and more obscure.