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Time after time have nations, ay, and rich and strong nations, learned in the arts, been, and passed away to be forgotten, so that no memory of them remains. This is but one of several; for Time eats up the works of man.
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mankind
time
man
futility
learning
fallen-nations
inevitability
nations
passing-of-time
materialism
knowledge
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H. Rider Haggard |
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In reality, time doesn't pass; we pass. Time itself is invariant. It just is. Therefore, past and future aren't separate locations, the way New York and Paris are separate locations. And since the past isn't a location, you can't travel to it.
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time
science
passing-of-time
time-travel
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Michael Crichton |
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Noon, ripe as thunder and silent as thought, had fled unfingered.
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passing-of-time
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Mervyn Peake |
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To say that the frozen silence contracted itself into a yet higher globe of ice were to under-rate the exquisite tension and to shroud it in words. The atmosphere had become a physical sensation. As when, before a masterpiece, the acid throat contracts, and words are millstones, so when the supernaturally outlandish happens and a masterpiece is launched through the medium of human gesture, then all human volition is withered at the source and the heart of action stops beating. Such a moment was this. Irma, a stalagmite of crimson stone, knew, for all the riot of her veins that a page had turned over. At chapter forty? O no! At chapter one, for she had never lived before save in a pulseless preface. How long did they remain thus? How many times had the earth moved round the sun? How many times had the great blue whales of the northern waters risen to spurt their fountains at the sky? How many reed-bucks had fallen to the claws of how many leopards, while that sublime unit of two-figure statuary remained motionless? It is fruitless to ask. The clocks of the world stood still or should have done.
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lovers
love
passing-of-time
middle-age
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Mervyn Peake |
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At the beginning of the war...I had to look in on the War Office, and in a room I found a fellow...What do you think he was doing...what the hell do you think he was doing? He was devising the ceremonial for the disbanding of a Kitchener battalion. You can't say we were not prepared in one matter at least.... Well, the end of the show was to be: the adjutant would stand the battalion at ease; the band would play Land of Hope and Glory, and then the adjutant would say: There will be no more parades.... Don't you see how symbolical it was--the band playing Land of Hope and Glory, and then the adjutant saying: There will be no more parades?...For there won't. There won't, there damn well won't. No more Hope, no more Glory, no more parades for you and me any more. Nor for the country...nor for the world, I dare say... None... Gone... Napoo finny! No...more...parades!
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tragedy
passing-of-time
world-war-1
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Ford Madox Ford |