Quotes About Time

Do not waste precious time trying to steal a sheep or two ...

Never waste valuable time, or mental peace of mind, on the affairs of others, that is too high a price to pay.

Hurrying betrays a lack of control over yourself, and over time.

you will feel differently about yourself. Your concept of time will expand and you will realize that if the past lives on in you, what you are doing today, the world you live in, will live on and affect the future, connecting you to the larger human spirit that moves through us all. You in this moment are a part of that unbroken chain. And this can be an intoxicating experience, a strange intimation of immortality.

people were losing their humanity and capable of all kinds of cruelties. They did not seem to care very deeply about one another and felt rather superior to any kind of outsider. If they could only see what she had seen—how our time is so short, how everyone must suffer and die—it would alter their way of life; it would make them grow up; it would melt all their coldness.

The matter does not appear to appear to me now as it appears to have appeared to me then.

And the great thing about money is that it doesn't matter when you harvest it. It's an all-year crop.

Tak usah cemas, akan banyak waktu untuk tidur setelah kita mati.

Brave words. Easy to write when one was young and death was still skulking over a distant hill somewhere... - Pg. 82

Time. Now here is a peculiar commodity, boy. The measurement of time. Best accomplished, obviously, with a watch. But, lacking a watch, a man may use instead the ebb and flow of light and dark. Lacking, however, a window through which to see such movement, the reliance must be devolved upon some inner mechanism of the mind. But if the mind has received a shock, the mechanism is disturbed, and time becomes as the ground is to a drunkard, variable.

Con quale velocità, pensò l'ingegnere, la natura si riprende ciò che ha dovuto cedere: pioggia e gelo sbriciolano la muratura, le strade sono sepolte da strati verdi di erbaccia, gli acquedotti sono ostruiti dalla stessa acqua per portare la quale sono stati costruiti. Quella della civiltà è un'incessante guerra che l'uomo è destinato a perdere.

Isn't an awareness of their transience what gives these moments their exquisite edge?

It was an unnatural time to be awake, ... It meant nothing good. He associated it with emergency, bereavement, conspiracy, flight; the sad skulk away at the end of a one-night affair.

I sense that I am dawdling in this narrative, having already reached my eighth roll of Hieratica, and need to speed it up a little, else either I shall die on the job, or you will be worn out reading.

Nature has granted man no better gift than the shortness of life. The senses grow dull, the limbs are numb, sight, bearing, gait, even the teeth and alimentary organs die before we do, and yet this period is reckoned a portion of life. - Pg. 82

And when did the catastrophe occur?' 'Three years later, in two thousand and twenty-five.' 'In what

vita umbratilis

si alguien me preguntara: «Tiro, ¿por qué te saltas un período tan largo de la vida de Cicerón?», me vería obligado a contestarle: «Amigo mío, porque esos fueron años de felicidad, y hay pocos asuntos cuya lectura resulte más aburrida que la felicidad»

shall never forget as long as I live the sensation of unrolling each of the eight books of Aristotle's Politics: tiny cylinders of minute Greek characters, the edges slightly damaged by damp from the caves in Asia Minor where they had been hidden for many years. It was like reaching back through time and touching the face of a god.

He glanced around the reading room and closed his eyes, trying to keep hold of the past for a minute longer, a fattening and hungover middle-aged historian in a black corduroy suit.

She had the resigned indifference of extreme old age. Buildings and empires rose and fell. It snowed. It stopped snowing. People came and went. One day death would come for her, and she would not find that surprising either, and she would not care -

By this time it was after half past three. The winter light was fading. Beyond

sixth birthday?" asked Cicero. "He told me over dinner the other night: 'More people worship a rising than a setting sun.

The elderly live on air, and I am very old—almost a hundred, or so they tell me.