Quotes About Time

You cannot back into the future

I felt that I could remember a past which had never been

I know the trap of prescience. My father's life tells me what I need to know about it. No, grandmother: to know the future absolutely is to be trapped into that future absolutely. It collapses time. Present becomes future. I require more freedom than that.

Din cauza percepÈ›iei unidirecÈ›ionale a Timpului în care r?mâne cufundat? mintea convenÈ›ional?, oamenii au tendinÈ›a de a considera orice lucru conform unei scheme continue, definit? prin cuvinte. Aceast? capcan? mental? produce concepte de eficien?? È™i consecinÈ›e pe termen foarte scurt, ceea ce genereaz? condiÈ›ia unor reacÈ›ii invariabile È™i nepreg?tite pentru orice criz?.

was as though he rode within the wave of time, sometimes in its trough, sometimes on a crest—and all around him the other waves lifted and fell, revealing and then hiding what they bore on their surface.

What you share in such companionship always prepares you for greater things. The haze of nostalgia covers their days among their sisters, making those days into something different than they were. That's the way today changes history. All contemporaries do not inhabit the same time. The past is always changing, but few realize it.

Awareness flowed into that timeless stratum where he could view time, sensing the available paths, the winds of the future…the winds of the past: the one-eyed vision of the past, the one-eyed vision of the present and the one-eyed vision of the future—all combined in a trinocular vision that permitted him to see time-become-space.

We must listen across at least as many years into our future as those journals lay hidden in our past. We will not try to predict the discoveries yet to be made within those pages. We say only that they must be made. How can we turn our backs on our most important inheritance?

He knew names and places, experienced emotions without number, reviewed data of innumerable unexplored crannies. There was time to probe and test and taste, but no time to shape.

I have little to do with how you'll meet tomorrow, Gurney Halleck. I can only help you meet today.

A time to keep and a time to cast away; a time for love and a time to hate; a time of war and a time of peace.

La carne se rinde. La eternidad recupera lo que es suyo. Nuestro cuerpos agitan brevemente estas aguas, danzan con cierta intoxicación ante el amor a la vida y a sí mismos, tratar con extrañas ideas para después someterse a los instrumentos del tiempo

beginning is the time for taking the most delicate care that the balances are correct. This every sister of

He saw people. He felt the heat and cold of uncounted probabilities. He knew names and places, experienced emotions without number, reviewed data of innumerable unexplored crannies. There was time to probe and test and taste, but no time to shape. The thing was a spectrum of possibilities from the most remote past to the most remote future—from the most probable to the most improbable. He saw his own death in countless ways. He saw new planets, new cultures. People. People.

It was as though he rode within the wave of time, sometimes in its trough, sometimes on a crest—and all around him the other waves lifted and fell, revealing and then hiding what they bore on their surface.

A time to get and a time to lose. A time to keep and a time to cast away. A time for love and a time to hate. A time of war and a time of peace.

Tibana was an apologist for Socratic Christianity, probably a native of IV Anbus who lived between the eighth and ninth centuries before Corrino, likely in the second reign of Dalamak. Of his writings, only a portion survives from which this fragment is taken: "The hearts of all men dwell in the same wilderness.

It was finite, of course, a brief spasm when measured against eternity, but beyond lay horrors to overshadow anything in the past.

world being the sum of many things—the people, the dirt, the growing things, the moons, the tides, the suns—the unknown sum called nature, a vague summation without any sense of the now. And he wondered: What is the now?

There was pain in him—like a blister, all that was left of some lost yesterday that Time had pruned off him.

tomorrow has not happened and may never happen. This moment here is the only observable time and place for us in our universe. I tell you to savor this moment and understand what it teachers.

The waiting moment was packed with time, with rustling needle-stick movements.

Beden teslim olur, diye düÅŸündü. Sonsuzluk kendine ait olan? geri al?r. Bu sular? k?sa süreliÄŸine dalgaland?rm?? bedenlerimiz, hayata ve kendilerine kar?? besledikleri sevgiyle sarhoÅŸ olup dans ettikten ve birtak?m tuhaf fikirler düÅŸündükten sonra Zaman'?n araçlar?na teslim olur. Buna ne diyebiliriz ki? Ben belirdim. Yokum... ama yine de belirdim.

Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time.