Quotes About Temporality

There were a thousand things she wanted from life, and since few were available at home [...], she had forcibly channeled all her wanting into the numbered days, the mayfly lifetime, that the luxury cruise would last. For months the cruise had been her mind's safe parking space, the future that made her present bearable [...].

The images of his infinite pasts and infinite futures washed over him as he waited, paralyzed, in the present.

Everything we have is not ours. And it will be inherited by another for a short time."

The mind is good with stories, but it does not appear to be well designed for the processing of time.

Worldly renown is naught but a breath of wind, which now comes this way and now comes that, and changes name because it changes quarter.

I'll tell you a secret. Something they don't teach you in your temple. The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

As an infinite player one is neither young nor old, for one does not live in the time of another. There is therefore no external measure of an infinite player's temporality. Time does not pass for an infinite player. Each moment of time is a beginning.

If the goal of finite play is to win titles for their timelessness, and thus eternal life for oneself, the essence of infinite play is the paradoxical engagement with temporality that Meister Eckhart called "eternal birth.

Remember, time is just a dimension. It has no inherent flow backward or forward." "In other words, the distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion?

The moment became a longer moment, and suddenly it was a very long moment, so long one could hardly tell where all the time was coming from.

For mortal kind taketh thought only for the day, and hath no more surety than the shadow of smoke.

There is no nature in an instant.

We must remember that nothing in this world really belongs to us. At best, we are merely borrowers.

The soul exists partly in eternity and partly in time.

All natural goods perish. Riches take wings; fame is a breath; love is a cheat; youth and health and pleasure vanish.

In places without clocks, time is measured by actions rather than action being measured by time.

How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary.

Solamente lo eterno de nosotros puede reconocer la temporalidad de lo temporal

If a love encounter is like a good joke, then what is love in its duration and temporality-what is, as we say, a love that lasts?

It is not about recentering the subject (via the effect of recognition), but about decentering her radically, producing a subjective split in its purest form. The temporal dimension comes into play at this very juncture.

The physicist's picture of the world encompasses the entire sweep from future to past. The junction between the two, that minuscule ring of the present that matters so much to us, has no distinctive theoretical role.

I think I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not really aware of that time passing. I don't feel that I'm wasteful with time. But I'm not aware of it passing.

Enjoy present pleasures in such a way as not to injure future ones.

Life is like this: things come and go.