Men who work at Time have a life expectancy which is not long said the young man from Newsweek
If you've ever tried to keep a diary, then you'll know that the problem of trying to write about the past really starts in the present: No matter how fast you write, you're always stuck in the and you...
I write this in the moonlight, straining my ears to hear beyond the cold mechanical clock to the warm biological noises of the night, but my being is attuned only to one thing, the relentless rhythm...
She sat back on her heels and nodded. The thought experiment she proposed was certainly odd, but her point was simple. Everything in the universe was constantly changing, and nothing stays the same,...
The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist ? It feels like it exists, but where is it ? And if it did exists, but doesn't now, then where did it go ?
Time is the longest distance between two places.
POZZO: I woke up one fine day as blind as Fortune. Sometimes I wonder if I'm not still asleep.VLADIMIR: And when was that?POZZO: I don't know.VLADIMIR: But no later than yesterday-POZZO: Don't...
Because neither she nor Port had ever lived a life of any kind of regularity, they had both made the fatal error of coming hazily to regard time as non-existent. One year was like another year....
We are wasting time.Time wastes itself. Who are we to float in its way?
Contemporary' was in those days {1953} synonymous with 'modern' as it had not been before and is not now {1977}.
Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings.
The sun burnt every day. It burnt time.
No life goes past so swiftly as an eventless one, no clock spins like a clock whose days are all alike.
Maybe nothing ever happens once and is finished. Maybe happen is never once but like ripples maybe on water after the pebble sinks, the ripples moving on, spreading, the pool attached by a narrow...
A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune
Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
I will have papers. And whether it is one George or the other who rules in time - this land will be ours. And yours, he added softly, raising his eyes to Brianna's. And your children's after you. I...
A deep belief that your moment in time is the pinnacle, the only standard of judgment extending from the creation of light until the black apocalypse, that what you believe right now is eternal truth...
And if you don't find what you're looking for?"At Roy's question Addie looked up."Then all I've lost is time.
Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our knowledge is measured by year's. We grab a few minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. we rush back to our desks, we watch the...
A repetition is the re-enactment of past experience toward the end of isolating the time segment which has lapsed in order that it, the lapsed time, can be savored of itself and without the usual...
Last summer I picked up a yellow scrap of newspaper and read of a Biloxi election in 1948, and in it I caught the smell of history more pungently than from the metal marker telling of the French and...
In the silence of the woods it felt like I could hear the passage of time, of life passing by. One person leaves, another appears. A thought flits away and another takes its place. One image bids...
It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night," the bartender says, loudly striking a book match and lighting a cigarette. "You can't fight it.
Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.
...the thought went through his mind that beauty is a spark which flares up when two ages meet across the distance of time, that beauty is a clean sweep of chronology, a rebellion against time.
When someone is young, he is not capable of conceiving of time as a circle, but thinks of it as a road leading forward to ever-new horizons; he does not yet sense that his life contains just a single...
Whenever I think about ancient cultures nostalgia seizes me. Perhaps this is nothing but envy of the sweet slowness of the history of that time. The era of ancient Egyptian culture lasted for several...
I thought, it's a shame we have to live, but it's a shame that we only get one life, because if I had had two lives, I would have spent one with her. Then I would have continued to live with her in...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Inscribed on the back was a line from Virgil in Latin: Audentes fortuna juvat. Fortune favors the...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
The rain was pattering hypnotically on the plane's exterior.