Quotes About Time

It is a conservation of momentum: what is diminished by time is augmented by the pencil. As the idea fades, the agitation around it has to increase to keep it alive; and as the scope of the architectural profession also reduces, the designer's visible impact on the object increases, as if to recall lost powers.

Even were we to agree, we could notice that things do not develop by continuous extrusion through time like toothpaste squeezed from a tube.

We live our short lives on one side of the door; on the other is all of eternity. Time is the wind that blows through the keyhole.

If the heart stops for more than two minutes, you have massive brain death. There are only two minutes between our conscious world and zero. That's how fragile our consciousness is.

Time is just something that we assign. You know, past, present, it's just all arbitrary. Most Native Americans, they don't think of time as linear in time, out of time, I never have enough time, circular time, the Stevens wheel. All moments are happening all the time.

You think a man is a man cause he wears team colors and guzzles beer in front of the tube Can't you see, boys, the sands of time are dribbling through the hourglass

There is a dead spot in the night, that coldest, blackest time when the world has forgotten evening and dawn is not yet a promise. A time when it is far too early to arise, but so late that going to bed makes small sense.

Men cannot grieve as dogs do. But they grieve for many years.

History is no more fixed and dead than the future. The past is no further away than the last breath you took.

Come, hunt with me, the invitation whispers in my heart. Leave the pain behind and let your life be your own again. There is a place where all time is now, and the choices are simple and always your own. Wolves have no kings.

The past is no further away than the last breath you took.

There are endings. There are beginnings. Sometimes they coincide, with the ending of one thing marking the beginning of another. But sometimes there is simply a long space after an ending, a time when it seems everything else has ended and nothing else can ever begin.

To free humanity of time. For time is the great enslaver of us all. Time that ages us, time that limits us. Think how often you have wished to have more time for something, or wished you could go back a day and do something differently. When humanity is freed of time, old wrongs can be corrected before they are done.

Life is not a race to restore a past situation. Nor does one have to hurry to meet the future. Seeing how things change is what makes life interesting.

Is time the wheel that turns, or the track it leaves behind?

Do you do this because you live such short lives? Tell yourselves wild tales of what might happen tomorrow, and feel all the feelings of events that will never happen? Perhaps to make up for the pasts you cannot recall, you invent futures that will not exist.

He smiled, and reminded me that no man could make time, but only use that which he was given wisely.

Like a flower pressed flat and dried, we try to hold it still and say, this is exactly how it was the day I first saw it. But like the flower, the past cannot be trapped that way. It loses its fragrance and and its vitality, its fragility becomes brittleness and its colors fade. And when next you look on the flower, you know that it is not at all what you sought to capture, that that moment has fled forever.

It is an odd language, yours. You speak of passing time as in the Mountains we speak of passing wind. As if it were a thing to be gotten rid of.

To every creature is given both a place and a time, and when that time is over, we have to let them go.

Time is an unkind teacher, delivering lessons that we learn far too late for them to be useful.

History is what we do in our lives. We create it as we go along.' He smiled enigmatically. 'The future is another kind of history.

It was possible to be homesick for a time, and to be lonely for the only other person who could recall it.

The separate parts of my life became like beads and I the string that ran through them all. I believe if I had ever paused to consider the intricacy of all I did to keep those parts separate, I would have found it impossible. But I was young then, much younger than I suspected, and somehow I found the energy and time to do and be it all.