Quotes About Time

But I never stop playing my mixes. Every fan makes them. The times you lived through, the people you shared those times with - nothing brings it all to life like an old mix tape. It does a better job of storing up memories than actual brain tissue can do. Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they add up to the story of a life.

It was a smashing time, and then it ended, because that's what times do.

Everything was changing, that was obvious. The world was so full of music, it seemed we could never run out. 'Twas bliss in that dawn to be alive, but to be young and overworked and underexposed and stuck in a nowhere town was very heaven. It was our time, the first one we had to ourselves. It was a smashing time, and then it ended, because that's what times do.

Some records turned out better than others: Off the Ground quite rotten, Flaming Pie and New and Chaos and Creation in the Backyard quite excellent. One of my favorites is Run Devil Run, from 1999, the year after Linda died

I've been stuck in my little isolation chamber for so long I'm spinning through the same sounds I've been hearing in my head all my life. If I go on this way, I'll get old too fast, without remembering any more sounds than I already know now.

They asked me what sonically I could bring to the table, and I told them about this new gadget I had just bought, the Eventide Harmonizer. They asked what it did, and I said, it fucks with the fabric of time.

As your life grows longer, and your memory gets fuller, The Beatles come with you, and mutate along the way. They define the extremes of your memory; they are with you when you are just discovering music, too young to know better, and they remain with you, on top of all the other heart noise crowding your chemistry, when you are supposedly too old for surprises.

Listening to music—it takes time. Human bodies respond to music over time in different ways, and that's where the surprises are.

The times you lived through, the people you shared those times with — nothing brings it all to life like an old mix tape. It does a better job of storing up memories than actual brain tissue can do. Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they can add up to the story of a life.

Nothing connects to the moment like music. I count the music to bring me back, or more precisely, to bring her forward.

We are our own asteroid. Our consumption of fossil fuels has released--is releasing--a store of carbon into the atmosphere that has been accumulating for hundreds of millions of years. Corals, plankton, predators: everything in the ocean is screaming at us to stop. If we don't listen and take action right now, we could be witnesses to the death of most life on earth. We will be the cause of that death... We will have erased ourselves in a blink of geologic time.

Washing your best clothes on Tuesday so they'll be almost completely dry for the weekend.

It was a magical time,' confirms Hutchings. 'And there's a lot of magic on that album. There was a special feeling in the house, in the room, and also a lot of hidden magic and weirdness on that album. Well, the past is weird, you know, our ancestors did a lot of weird things.

Information, contemplated over time, is knowledge.

Pleasures are like poppies spread You seize the flower its bloom is shed Or like the snow falls in the river A moment white, then melts forever Or like the Borealis race That flit ere you can point their place Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanshing amidst the storm Nae man can tether time nor tide The hour approaches, Tam must ride

Time is the best teacher, but unfortunately, it kills all of its students.

We repeatedly tell patients we are not in a hurry; there are no trains to catch and we don't care when the baby comes, only how! A doctor who is in a hurry does not belong in the field of obstetrics. As my chief pointed out, 'An obstetrician should have a big rear end and the good sense to sit calmly thereupon and let nature take its course.

Six years after the Herald appeared,

Wallace with an investment of $5,000; Time, started on a shoestring in 1923 by Henry Luce and his partner Briton Hadden; and The New Yorker, the creation of editor Harold

You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everyone dances with the grim reaper.

May you live as long as you wish and love as long as you live.

How can we hope, after all, to see a tree or rock or clear north sky if we do not adopt a little of their mode of life, a little of their time? ...if the time it takes to cross space is a way by which we define it, then to arrive at a view of space "in no time" is to have denied its reality...

And as their love had begun a little before a quotation, so it ended a little after one.

But after life has begun to run away from us, nothing is ever again really credible, nor does it matter.