Quotes About Time

I divide my time as follows: half the time I sleep, the other half I dream. I never dream when I sleep, for that would be a pity, for sleeping is the highest accomplishment of genius

Love from the soul is a continuation in time, sensual love a disappearance in time (pp 101)

How far removed in time must an event be for us to remember it? How far for memory's longing to be no longer able to seize it? Most people have a limit in this respect: what lies too near them in time they cannot remember, nor what lies too remote. I know no limit. What was experienced yesterday, I push back a thousand years in time, and remember as if it were yesterday. ?Johannes de Silentio, from_Either/Or_

Life is lived forwards, but understood backwards.

The most painful state of being is remembering the future.)

In the old days they said, "What a pity things don't go on in the world as the parson preaches" — perhaps the time is coming, especially with the help of philosophy, when they will say, "Fortunately things don't go on as the parson preaches;

Wiederholung und Erinnerung sind die gleiche Bewegung, nur in entgegengesetzter Richtung; denn dasjenige, woran man sich erinnert, ist gewesen, wird rückwärts wiederholt, während die eigentliche Wiederholung eine Erinnerung in vorwärtiger Richtung ist.

it is not worth while to remember that past which cannot become a present.

Livet forstås baglæns, men må leves forlæns.

Het is allemaal waar wat de filosofie zegt: het leven moet achterwaarts worden begrepen. Maar dan vergeet men de tweede zin: dat het voorwaarts moet worden geleefd.

Het is beslist waar, zoals de filosofen zeggen, dat het leven naar achteren moet worden begrepen. Maar ze vergeten de andere kwestie, dat het leven naar voren moet worden geleefd." Origineel in het Deens: "Det er ganske sandt, hvad Philosophien siger, at Livet maa forstaaes baglaends. Men derover glemmer man den anden Saetning, at det maa leves forlaends.

For when an old man relives his life, he lives it only by dwelling upon his memories; and when wisdom in an old man has outgrown the immediate impressions of life, the past viewed from the quiet of memory is something different from the present in all its bustle. The time of work and of strain, of merrymaking and of dancing is over. Life requires nothing more of the old man and he claims nothing more of it. By

To go beyond Hegel is a miracle, but to get beyond Abraham is the easiest thing of all. I for my part have devoted a good deal of time to the understanding of the Hegelian philosophy, I believe also that I understand it tolerably well, but when in spite of the trouble I have taken there are certain passages I cannot understand, I am foolhardy enough to think that he himself has not been quite clear. All

Cada amanecer era una declaración de intenciones que anunciaban la inevitable progresión del tiempo, y un recordatorio de que el mundo continuaría girando eternamente sobre sus pasos galácticos, haciendo caso omiso de los sueños de los seres que se consideraban importantes...

But repeating the guilt, living in the pain, in the past—it doesn't work. It denies time. It denies life.

You think your relationship with your daughter is something that is, a noun, a thing that can be broken, or fixed. Neither of those things are true. Time moves. Ruri is dead, she died long, long ago, and you are alive. What you have with your daughter isn't a thing, it's a process, a verb, it's something you create with each and every moment.

Yes, she loved the Lord and Lady in Their many forms . . . but those forms spanned the universe of space and time that sprang from Them, and They could be as terrible as the fiery death of suns, as inexorable as Time. A mother's kiss on her child's face came from Them, but so also the glaciers that grind continents to dust.

Even God knew mortality and change when He became flesh in this fallen world, and we must remain supple before time's gales.

Soul of Gerontius (Hereafter Soul) I went to sleep; and now I am refresh'd, A strange refreshment: for I feel in me An inexpressive lightness, and a sense Of freedom, as I were at length myself, And ne'er had been before. How still it is! I hear no more the busy beat of time, No, nor my fluttering breath, nor struggling pulse; Nor does one moment differ from the next. I had a dream; yes:—some one softly said He's gone; and then a sigh went round the room.

There are those of us who learn to live completely in the moment. For such people the Past vanishes and the future loses meaning. There is only the Present, which means that two of the three Aalim are surplus to requirements. And then there are those of us who are trapped in yesterdays, in the memory of a lost love, or a childhood home, or a dreadful crime. And some people live only for a better tomorrow; for them the past ceases to exist

From the gods' perspective all ways are the same and all roads will be travelled in the end. It's only a matter of time.

he made his story into an immortal one, so far as any story is. — But, Dr Freud, stories are all we humans have to make us immortal. 18 —

If you get to live your life over, make the same mistakes -- only sooner.

Festering with regret changes not one thing.