Quotes About Time

But what you are left with is a premonition of the way your life will fade behind you, like a book you have read too quickly, leaving a dwindling trail of images and emotions, until all you can remember is a name.

You never stopped thinking of yourself as a writer biding his time in the Department of Factual Verification. But between the job and the life there wasn't much time left over for emotion recollected in tranquillity.

Wade, aren't wingbacks a little much?" "Not considering how much time you spend sitting at your kitchen table. And face it, honey, this may scream 'formal,' but it's really whispering 'kitchen.

Every good game leaves the player eager to start again, unsatisfied or inspired by their opponent , there is a hoping for more energy, more vitality, more time – my regret is that there is not enough time to play Paul F. Meekin again and win back my watch."

Tristram Shandy

Cool. A Brit in the fam. Jesslyn, shut up, honey, now's not the time, Aiden said. Well, I think it is. Entirely too serious when everyone should be celebrating...I know if I was ever given a second chance with the children that I'll never get back, I sure as hell wouldn't question the whys or how-comes. It's time for a celebration. More than one. Babies, pregnancies and now marriages...And Darya... Ian looked at Aiden. Is she always like this? Yes, his brother answered him...

Funny thing about the past. The older you get, the less it matters.

older, I've got a clear space around me I didn't have before. I wonder if that's like a future, or a place where a future will be.

When the rosebud is still forming a little green ball, do you berate it for not being in full bloom? Hell, no!

Life isn't what you think it is. It's like water, and the young let it trickle away between their fingers without even noticing. Cup your hands, keep it safe. Life eventually becomes something else, something hard, something simple, something you can hold in your hand and nibble on contentedly as you sit in the sun.

When you're forty, half of you belongs to the past -- and when you're seventy, nearly all of you.

Mourir, ce n'est rien. Commence donc par vivre. C'est moins drôle et c'est plus long." ("To die is nothing. Begin by living. It's less funny and lasts longer.") [ Roméo et Jeannette ]

You need an infinite stretch of time ahead of you to start to think, infinite energy to make the smallest decision. The world is getting denser. The immense number of useless projects is bewildering. Too many things have to be put in to balance up an uncertain scale. You can't disappear anymore. You die in a state of total indecision.

There are cultures that can only picture their origins and not their ends.

It is not enough for theory to describe and analyse, it must itself be an event in the universe it describes. In order to do this theory must partake of and become the acceleration of this logic. It must tear itself from all referents and take pride only in the future. Theory must operate on time at the cost of a deliberate distortion of present reality.

We are already more or less disconnected from our history and thus also from its destination. That means, then, that time can slow as it nears its end and that the year 2000, in a certain way, will not take place.

America is the original version of modernity. We are the dubbed or subtitled version. America ducks the question of origins; it cultivates no origin or mythical authenticity; it has no past and no founding truth. Having known no primitive accumulation of time, it lives in a perpetual present.

Fate didn't always speak up when called.

Le monde va finir, c'est-à-dire, en réalité, «L'enfance va finir». Et, parce qu'elle va finir, elle demeurera à tout jamais inachevée.

Life is short. I'm 47 years old. I've got 10 years to go where I can be the best I can be. I want those 10 years to be precious, not like before, cranking two or three movies a year. I've made a ton of movies in my life, but so what?

I don't have a bad relationship. I'm 48 years old. I think life is too short for that. To me, life is... you open the shutters, you see the dogs outside, you look left, you look right, in, what, a second and a half? And that's a life.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

Silence moves faster when it's going backward.

Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.