Quotes About Time

Einstein's law of time warps says that Everyting likes to live where it is going to age more slowly, and gravity pulls it there.

Black holes are made from warped space and warped time. Nothing else—no matter whatsoever.

Journey into Gravity and Spacetime (Wheeler, 1990).

Pronto aprendimos a llevar varios problemas a la vez: un problema difícil que deba ser visitado y revisitado una vez tras otra a lo largo de muchos meses o años antes de que se abra la cáscara, con la esperanza de una gran ganancia; y otros problemas mucho más fáciles, con ganancias más inmediatas.

singularities (places where space and time are infinitely warped)

The only way a man could defy time was to leave behind buildings that would not die.

The only miracles in life are wrought by time.

Memories are made of peculiar stuff, elusive and yet compelling, powerful and fleet. You cannot trust your reminiscences, and yet there is no reality except the one we remember......

Every moment, as it has passed, has changed something in them; Time has transformed the faces, voices, laughter. For Time is a murderer, and every moment is a little death,(...)

El tiempo pasaba sin que ella se diera cuenta de nada. Su dolor engullia el tiempo y era más fuerte que él. El dolor era más fuerte que todo. Todas las cosas estaban hechas de dolor. Ella estaba sufriendo, y en su vida sólo consistía en este sufrimiento. Cada respiración era dolor. «La nada era tranquila y buena» - pensó lentamente-

No había dos clases de vida, como ella había creído en aquella noche embriagada: la vida en reposo y la vida en movimiento. Sólo existía la vida, que crecía hacia su encuentro con la muerte.

What does the world know? Nothing! You simply get used to something, you accept it and acknowledge it, because your teacher has acknowledged it before you; everything is just a supposition—indeed, even time, space, motion, matter are suppositions. The world knows nothing, it merely accepts things…

Actually, I wouldn't attack Kant after all, I could avoid that, I would just have to make an invisible detour when I came to the problem of Space and Time [...]

Det kan kastes meget tid bort på telegrafen.

Here I am. Standing with my watch in hand which I'm going to pawn. So in with you. You hungry sinner.

I de siste Dager har jeg tænkt og tænkt paa Nordlandssommerens evige Dag. Jeg sitter her og tænker paa den og paa en Hytte som jeg bodde i og paa Skogen bak Hytten og jeg gir mig til at skrive noget ned for at forkorte Tiden og for min Fornøielses Skyld.

Det er mit inderligste ønske at du som vordende lærer ikke må undervise i det 4de bud. Du vet naturligvis, at vi er kommet ned i det 20de Århundrede.

The elderly remember bygone days and dates, they have a wonderful way of hoarding in their heads all manner of trifles as if they were valuable, as if they might one day stand them in good stead.

De sier hun er melle firti og femti, men hun er mindst seksti, ropte han, og er slikt menneskelig? Gå og vifte med næseborene akkruat som med kaninører når hun er i støvets år og alder.

Så kom kornet på staur, så blev poteten tat op. Så kom vinteren. Neivel, så kom ikke sagen under tak i høst, men det fik ikke hjælpe, det gjaldt ikke livet. Til sommeren kom tid og råd.

Men dagene gik igjen og det skedde intet galt fordi dagene gik.

Men tiden går, går storartet. Det er ikke en synlig hånd som skyver på, men går gjør det, aldrig set slikt, det er ingenting før det er høst.

This is my desolate period; my wheels stop, my hair stops growing, my nails stop growing, everything stops growing but the days of my life.

And again, the dark street. The dark, dark street. The women out shopping for the evening meal of course, and baby carriage and the silver bicycle were already painted out by the darkness; most of the commuters too were already in place in their filing-drawer houses. A half-forsaken chasm of time ....