Quotes About Time

Art is the only buffer against the ravages of time

Do clocks tell the time or does time tell the clocks?

We only set the clocks back and forth in the arrogant belief we have some influence with almighty Time.

Truth is quantum. It is beyond space and time. Relativity only proves this.

The future will one day be a distant memory

Morality isn't an economy. Spending time telling others how wrong they are doesn't buy you righteousness

When I look at myself in the mirror, I wonder where everything has gone. Even the things I used to remember with so much clarity now seem dimmer. What happens to memory when it vanishes? What happens to events when everyone who remembers them ceases to remember?

Time spent in the advertising business seems to create a permanent deformity like the Chinese habit of foot-binding.

I try not to spend too much time on partisan politics. Life's too short for that. I don't really believe that there have been many human problems solved by politics.

They don't call them 'breakfast cakes' do they? They call 'em pancakes, and pan is just the Greek word for 'all,' which means you can eat 'em all the time.

His plaque reads, DEAN MARTIN, JUNE 7, 1917-DECEMBER 25, 1995, EVERYBODY LOVES SOMEBODY SOMETIME.

You have always been dazzling - the life of every party, the glamour girl who dances until dawn." "Well, I am. But I'm dancing on broken glass. I'm Miss Havisham's wedding cake, Kit. A frothy, expensive, mice-eaten confection. I'm the Sphinx's nose, the fallen Colossus. I'm a beautiful ruin, and it's time that has done the deed.

I went to stand next to him, and he gave me his hand, warm and strong. "I am sorry I kept you waiting," I murmured. "I have waited for you the whole of my life," he replied softly. "What is another minute more?

Africa is a land of dreams and memories. It is rifts of remembrance stitched together with the sighs of time.

Gravity comes for us all in the end.

That is the essence of painting, child. To capture something utterly temporary and conjure permanence.

I studied him back, appreciating the lines of care at the corners of his eyes, the silver threads in his hair that had been bought with years of responsibility.

I wondered, late into the darkness, why malevolence in the elderly should be so much more frightening than in the young. Is it because they were supposed to be wiser? Nobler? Or simply because we liked to believe they were past such passions? It was comforting to think that the sharper emotions could simply dull with time, taking the worst of our suffering with them.

There are no words to touch it for conjuring. It is the beginning of blooming roses and ripening corn, of days that stretch on, reaching for midnight until the spangled blue velvet of night descends and beginning again before cockcrow, when the dew jewels the grass like diamonds scattered while the earth slumbers.

Big cities squeeze the ability to be patient right out of people. Life becomes too frantic and rushed. It's a sad thing.

We should not give away a moment to anyone who does not deserve it.

The scariest part of forever is that nothing is.

A person could leave you so quickly. So much history and time and memories, but they snuck away from you, and other things took their place. How could you hold on? Wait. A bigger question. The biggest. How could you hold on and let go?

Sometimes I've even wished there was a human pause button, where you could choose some point in your life where you could stay always.