Quotes About Time

El amor no existe. Existe sólo un mundo que trabaja, que va, que viene, que gana dinero, que usa reloj, que cuenta los minutos y los centavos y acaba podrido en un agujero, con una piedra encima que lleva el nombre del desdichado.

La única memoria que tenía de esos años era que no tenía ninguna.

Nada son cuatro letras que significan nada», y la nada era estar fuera de ese cuarto, de esa vida, era no volver a caminar el mismo día durante tantos años: el sosiego.

E, então, o tempo, o tempo verdadeiramente físico, não se orienta pelo relógio; ele é antes, e no mais das vezes, uma função da atmosfera na qual transcorre. É, portanto, extraordinariamente difícil determinar, mesmo aproximadamente, quando um se juntou de fato à companhia dos outros, quando o outro se levantou e quando o terceiro realmente partiu.

Ninguém, em si, eleva-se acima de seu tempo. Os sublimes não estão, absolutamente, entre nós - podem estar na Grécia antiga ou entre alguns bárbaros. Muita cegueira advém de se estar tão distante, mas o direito de fechar-se aos próprios sentidos não pode ser negado a ninguém. Seja-lhes concedido isso.

One needs time to free oneself of wrong convictions. If it happens too suddenly, they go on festering.

Time is a continuum whence there is one escape only. By closing the eyes to it from time to time, it is possible to splinter it into those fragments with which alone we are familiar.

Do?i ?e vreme kad ?e ljudi svoja ?ula prekovati u se?anje, a sve vreme u prošlost. Do?i ?e vreme kad ?e jedna jedina prošlost obuhvatiti sve ljude, kad ne?e biti ništa osim te prošlosti, kad ?e svako verovati: u prošlost.

Napoleon is said to have had hopes of August 15th. There is an irresistible attraction in the idea of linking one's name with a regularly recurring date.

Bread, soup - these were my whole life. I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time.

Bite your lips, little brother...Don't cry. Keep your anger, your hate, for another day, for later. The day will come but not now...Wait. Clench your teeth and wait...

There are moments when I think it will never end, that it will last indefinitely. It's like the rain. Here the rain, like everything else, suggests permanence and eternity. I say to myself: it's raining today and it's going to rain tomorrow and the next day, the next week and the next century.

Are you forgetting that losing a game is an error or a lesson, but losing one's time is a sin?

The tragedy of man is that he doesn't know how to distinguish between day and night. He says things at night that should only be said by day." He

I was nothing but a body. Perhaps even less: a famished stomach. The stomach alone was measuring time.

I don't know whether or not we'll meet again, Gregor. I could, with an effort, look into the future, but the time's too short. I'd like you to know only this: separation contains as much of a mystery as meeting. In both cases a door opens: in meeting it opens on the future, in separation on the past. It's the same door.

Suddenly he stopped in front of me and asked for a cigarette. I had a package of Players in my pocket and wanted to give them to him. But he refused to take the whole package, saying quite calmly that obviously he didn't have time to smoke them all.

I was nothing but a body. Perhaps even less: a famished stomach. The stomach alone was measuring time.     IN

A man who has suffered more than others, and differently, should live apart. Alone. Outside of any organized existence. He poisons the air. He makes it unfit for breathing. He takes away from joy its spontaneity and its justification. He kills hope and the will to live. He is the incarnation of time that negates present and future, only recognizing the harsh law of memory. He suffers and his contagious suffering calls forth echoes around him.

Everything had been said. The pros and the cons. I would choose the living or the dead. Day or night.

But the human soul isn't like the earth, the soul needs storm, and fire and dizziness. The body has time it moves slowly and prudently, step by step, in obedience to laws of gravity, but the soul brushes time and laws aside. It wants to push forward, regardless of the cost in pain, or intoxication, or even madness. That is the only way it has of raising itself to God.

And throughout those evenings a conviction grew in me that [he] would draw me with him into eternity, into that time where question and answer would become one.

Questo minuto aveva più di sessanta secondi.

I'm serious, she said. I read your articles. They are written by a man who has come to the end of his life, to the end of his hopes. That is a sign of youth, I answered. The young today don't believe that someday they'll be old: they are convinced they'll die young. Old men are the real youngsters of our generation. They at least can brag about having had what we do not have: a slice of life called youth.