Quotes About Time

Grandma, how old is she?" "Oh I don't know." Grandma said. "You'd have to cut off her head and count the rings in her neck.

But people have no idea what time is. They think it's a line, spinning out from three seconds behind them, then vanishing just as fast into the three seconds of fog just ahead. They can't see that time is one spreading ring wrapped around another, outward and outward until the thinnest skin of Now depends for its being on the enormous mass of everything that has already died.

Life has a way of talking to the future. It's called memory. It's called genes.

A great truth comes over him: Trees fall with spectacular crashes. But planting is silent and growth is invisible.

Time has a different quality in a forest, a different kind of flow. Time moves in circles, and events are linked, even if it's not obvious that they are linked. Events in a forest occur with precision in the flow of tree time, like the motions of an endless dance. (p. 12)

Architecture is a slow business, and city planning even slower.

And S. Gregory says:—"Our life is like a man in a ship; sit he, stand he, sleep he, wake he, ever he gets thitherward where the ship is driving with the force of the weather. So we, in this short time, whatsoever we do, we drive ever to our end." And our enemy

Movies have to handle time very efficiently. They're about stringing scenes together in the present. Novels aren't necessarily about that.

Just because things happen slow doesn't mean you'll be ready for them. If they happened fast, you'd be alert for all kinds of suddenness, aware that speed was trump. "Slow" works in an altogether different principle, on the deceptive impression that there's plenty of time to prepare, which conceals the central fact, that no matter how slow things go, you'll always be slower.

One of the odd things about middle age, he concluded, was the strange decisions a man discovers he's made by not really making them, like allowing friends to drift away through simple neglect.

In recognition that any good idea is a fragile thing, you have to give it a few minutes to breath—like a good red wine.

I did not know you would fade so soon, oh flower.

Yeni kapitalizmin zaman boyutu, insan?n karakteri ile bu karakterin süregiden bir anlat?ya dönüÅŸmesini engelleyen ç?lg?n zaman deneyimi aras?nda bir çat??ma yaratt?.

Rutin, belirli bir noktada zararl? hale gelmeye baÅŸlar. Çünkü insanoÄŸlu kendi çabas? üzerindeki kontrolünü yitirir; çal??ma zaman? üzerindeki kontrolün yitmesi ise insan?n zihnen öldüÄŸü anlam?na gelir.

Kurumlarda iÅŸleyen veya bireyin yaÅŸad??? zaman, eskinin demir kafesinden kurtulmuÅŸ olsa da, yukar?dan aÅŸa??ya iÅŸleyen yeni bir denetime ve gözetime tabidir. EsnekliÄŸin zaman? yeni bir iktidar?n zaman?d?r. Esneklik düzensizlik yarat?r, ancak s?n?rlamalardan kurtulmam?z? saÄŸlamaz.

Night and morning are making promises to each other which neither will be able to keep.

other people. At about seven minutes past

History repeats itself. Someone says this. History throws its shadow over beginning, over the desktop, over the sock drawer with its socks, its hidden letters. history is the little man in a brown suit trying to define a room he is outside of, I know history. There are many names in history... but none of them are ours.

The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of time.

Bird 1: This is the wrong story. Bird 2: All stories are the wrong story when you are impatient.

I know history. There are many names in history but none of them are ours.

There are many names in history but none of them are ours.

We could pull it apart, spend our whole lives pulling it apart and have no time left to do anything smart with the pieces.

I went to the riverbed to wait for you to show up. You didn't show up. I kept waiting.