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I and the girl in the picture have ceased to be the same person. I am her outcome, the result of the life she once lived headlong; whereas she, if she can be said to exist at all, is composed only of what I remember. I have the better view - I can see her clearly, most of the time. But even if she knew enough to look, she can't see me at all.
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past
time
youth
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Margaret Atwood |
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He had set up a telescope on a corner of the roof, and we went up to take a look. This is time travel, he said, narrowing an eye to set the lens. Because the light is old. We're seeing back in time. No, we said, wrinkling our noses. We are seeing right now, today. No, he said, the light has to travel to us and it takes millions of years. What you're seeing is time. Excuse me, we said. We were embarrassed to correct him. He seemed so smart. What we're seeing is space. It's space, yes, he said. It's also time. You're seeing what has already happened.
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time
time-passing
time-travel
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Aimee Bender |
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We're not really conscious of what we're doing most of the time.
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time
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Sebastian Faulks |
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But that is what islands are for; they are places where different destinies can meet and intersect in the full isolation of time.
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islands
places
time
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Lawrence Durrell |
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I love you too, but my time with you has passed.
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|
goodbye
love
relationship
time
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Garth Nix |
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This myth he'd made out of intricate movements and imagination, out of moonlight and love, out of prayers older than Adam, and gray cliffs and crimson shadows, laments and rivers of martyrs - what had it come to at last? When the waves receded, the shores of Time would spread out there clean, empty, shining with infinite grains of memory and little else.
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time
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Frank Herbert |
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The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything becomes what we choose to invent.
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time
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José Saramago |
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Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine.
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mgg
ray-bradbury
time
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Ray Bradbury |
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It would mark the end of a year that he might look back on as hands, a pivot between two lines. Or not: maybe enough time, would pass that eventually he would look back on his life, all of it, as a series of events both logical and continuous.
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perspective
time
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Nicole Krauss |
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The knowledge that he had left me with no intent ever to return had come over me in tiny droplets of realization spread over the years. And each droplet of comprehension brought its own small measure of hurt.
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fitz
fool
hit
hurt
knowledge
measure
pain
passage
realization
realize
time
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Robin Hobb |
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I once knew of a minstrel who bragged of having had a thousand women, one time each. He would never know what I knew, that to have one woman a thousand times, and each time find in her a different delight, is far better. I knew now what gleamed in the eyes of old couples when they stared at each other across a room...My familiarity with her was a more potent love elixir than any potion sold by a hedge-witch in the market.
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|
change
charm
delight
discover
elixir
familiar
find
know
knowledge
love
man
men
minstrel
playboy
potion
sincere
sincerity
time
true
truth
woman
women
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Robin Hobb |
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Two silent time zones had now merged to form the standard time of one man's fate; and it is not impossible that the poet in New Wye and the thug in New York awoke that morning at the same crushed beat of their Timekeeper's stopwatch.
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destiny
fate
time
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Vladimir Nabokov |
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...I need to return briefly to a few incidents that have grown into anecdotes, to some approximate memories which time has deformed into certainty.
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time
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Julian Barnes |
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Contemporary' was in those days [1953] synonymous with 'modern' as it had not been before and is not now [1977].
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time
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A.S. Byatt |
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A territory is only possessed for a moment in time.
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time
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Barbara Kingsolver |
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His alarm clock ticked by the head of the bed. He gazed at its whitish face, the hands both drawing downward. There were no clocks, there. There were no hours. It was not the river of time flowing that moved the clock's hands forward; their mechanism moved them. Seeing them move men said, Time is passing, passing, but they were fooled by the clocks they made. It is we who pass through time, Hugh thought.
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clocks
time
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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Dreaminess is, among other things, a state of suspended recognition, and a response to too much useless and complicated factuality. Its symptoms can be a long-term interest in the weather, or a sustained soaring feeling, or a bout of the stares that you sometimes can not even know about except in retrospect, when the time may seem fogged.
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|
dreaming
staring
time
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Richard Ford |
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"Last night I thought about all that kerosene I've used in the past ten years. And I thought about books. And for the first time I realized that a man was behind each one of the books. A man had to think them up. A man had to take a long time to put them down on paper. And I'd never even thought that thought before." He got out of bed. "It took some man a lifetime maybe to put some of his thoughts down, looking around at the world and life and then I come along in two minutes and boom! it's all over." "Let me alone," said Mildred. "I didn't do anything." "Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were bothered? About something important, about something real?"
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|
books
bother
create
creation
creativity
destruction
ignorance
important
kerosene
life
lifetime
observation
real
reality
reality-check
thought
time
work
world
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Ray Bradbury |
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I have a brother. They say, you put us together, we are like one person, you know? When we are young, his hair, it is very blond, very light, and people say, he is the good one. And my hair it is very dark, darker than yours even, and people say I am the rogue, you know? I am the bad one. And now time passes, and my hair is gray. His hair too, I think, is gray. And you look at us, you would not know who was light, who was dark.
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|
time
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Neil Gaiman |
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We all know what we should have done as we look backward. Yet looking backward further still, we may say that all goes as the Wild Magic wills. And we must look forward if we are to live long enough to look backward.
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|
dragon
james-mallory
location-7374
mercedes-lackey
page-324
the-phoenix-transformed
time
|
Mercedes Lackey |
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In the United States, there was no simpler, more agreeable time.
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|
generations
history
past
the-united-states
time
|
Sarah Vowell |
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|
The stories shatter. Or you wear them out or leave them behind. Over time the story of the memory loses its power. Over time you become someone else. Only when the honey turns to dust are you free.
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|
honey
love
storytelling
time
|
Rebecca Solnit |
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Any clock that can track this sideral schedule proves itself as perfect as God's magnificent clockwork. Dava Sobel
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|
earth-rotation
science
stars
time
|
Dava Sobel |
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When we study, discuss, analyze a reality, we analyze it as it appears in our mind, in our memory. We know reality only in the past tense. We do not know it as it is in the present, in the moment when it's happening, when it is. The present moment is unlike the memory of it. Remembering is not the negative of forgetting. Remembering is a form of forgetting. [...] We die without knowing what we have lived.
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|
memory
present
time
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Milan Kundera |
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Change can be accommodated by any system depending on its rate, Crake used to say. Touch your head to a wall, nothing happens, but if the same head hits the wall at ninety miles an hour, it's red paint. We're in a speed tunnel, Jimmy. When the water's moving faster than the boat, you can't control a thing.
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|
time
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Margaret Atwood |
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Destiny gets compressed, you know, into just that small fraction of a second you have right in front of you at any one time. And there's nothing romantic about keeping your head down to avoid getting shot, or trying to save a friend who's been injured, or coming face to face with a creature who is as smart and mean and as terrified of dying as you are, and who wants to make sure that if someone is left on the ground there, it's you and not it.
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|
destiny
fraction
friend
ground
head
romantic
second
shot
someone
time
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John Scalzi |
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Because time is not like space. And when you put something down somewhere, like a protractor or a biscuit, you can have a map in your head to tell you where you have left it, but even if you don't have a map it will still be there because a map is a representation of things that actually exist so you can find the protractor or the biscuits again. And a timetable is a map of time, except that if you don't have a timetable, time isn't there like the landing and the garden and the route to school.
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|
time
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Mark Haddon |
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"We know from several statements of Knecht's that he wanted to write the former Master's biography, but official duties left him no time for such a task. He had learned to curb his own wishes. Once he remarked to one of his tutors: "It is a pity that you students aren't fully aware of the luxury and abundance in which you live. But I was exactly the same when I was still a student. We study and work, don't waste much time, and think we may rightly call ourselves industrious-but we are scarcely conscious of all we could do, all that we might make of our freedom. Then we suddenly receive a call from the hierarchy, we are needed, are given a teaching assignment, a mission, a post, and from then on move up to a higher one, and unexpectedly find ourselves caught in a network of duties that tightens the more we try to move inside it. All the tasks are in themselves small, but each one has to be carried out at its proper hour, and the day has far more tasks than hours. That is well; one would not want it to be different. But if we ever think, between classrooms, Archives, secretariat, consulting room, meetings, and official journeys-if we ever think of the freedom we possessed and have lost, the freedom for self-chosen tasks, for unlimited, far-flung studies, we may well feel the greatest yearning for those days, and imagine that if we ever had such freedom again we would fully enjoy its pleasures and potentialities."
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|
duties
freedom
possibilities
time
youth
|
Hermann Hesse |
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" is a physicist and philosopher at Williams College in Massachusetts with a lifelong interest in a time which he too thinks doesn't pass. For Park, the passage of time is not so much an illusion as a myth, "because it involves no deception of the senses.... One cannot perform any experiment to tell unambiguously whether time passes or not." This is certainly a telling argument. After all, what reality can be attached to a phenomenon that can never be demonstrated experimentally? In fact, it is not even clear how to demonstrating the flow of time experimentally. As the apparatus, laboratory, experimenter, technicians, humanity generally and the universe as a whole are apparently caught up in the same inescapable flow, how can any bit of the universe be "stopped in time" in order to register the flow going on in the rest of it? It is analogous to claiming that the whole universe is moving through space at the same speed--or, to make the analogy closer, that is moving through space. How can such a claim ever be tested?"
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|
reality
scientific-method
spacetime
time
time-passing
|
Paul Davies |
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Neither of us had anything to say, or rather we had everything to say, but after all those nights of not saying a word, we suddenly found we had not one dollar of time left between us.
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|
love
time
|
David Mitchell |
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"Did you," so he asked him at one time, "did you too learn that secret from the river: that there is no time?" Vasudeva's face was filled with a bright smile. "Yes, Siddhartha," he spoke. "It is this what you mean, isn't it: that the river is everywhere at once, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the rapids, in the sea, in the mountains, everywhere at once, and that there is only the present time for it, not the shadow of the past, not the shadow of the future?"
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|
suffering
time
|
Hermann Hesse |
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|
This is what I think about when I shovel compost into a wheelbarrow, and when I fill the long flower boxes, then press into rows the limp roots of red impatiens-- the instant hand of Death always ready to burst forth from the sleeve of his voluminous cloak. Then the soil is full of marvels, bits of leaf like flakes off a fresco, red-brown pine needles, a beetle quick to burrow back under the loam. Then the wheelbarrow is a wilder blue, the clouds a brighter white, and all I hear is the rasp of the steel edge against a round stone, the small plants singing with lifted faces, and the click of the sundial as one hour sweeps into the next.
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|
living
poetry
time
|
Billy Collins |
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...why, I've just this instant found out... that we might have gone around the world in only seventy-eight days.
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|
time
|
Jules Verne |
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We all live within time. It rules us.
|
|
mental-health
time
young-adult
|
Ned Vizzini |
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|
Each time you turn your life issues over to God and allow Him to lead, you build trust in Him.
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|
author
build
christian
god
issues
lead
life
over
time
trust
turn
|
Elizabeth George |
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The city which lay below was a charnel house built on multi-layered bones centuries older than those which lay beneath the cities of Hamburg or Dresden. Was this knowledge part of the mystery it held for her, a mystery felt most strongly on a bell-chimed Sunday on her solitary exploration of its hidden alleys and squares? Time had fascinated her from childhood, its apparent power to move at different speeds, the dissolution it wrought on minds and bodies, her sense that each moment, all moments past and those to come, were fused into an illusory present which with every breath became the unalterable, indestructible past. In the City of London these moments were caught and solidified in stone and brick, in churches and monuments and in bridges which spanned the grey-brown ever-flowing Thames. She would walk out in spring or summer as early as six o'clock, double-locking the front door behind her, stepping into a silence more profound and mysterious than the absence of noise. Sometimes in this solitary perambulation it seenmed that her own footsteps were muted, as if some part of her were afraid to waken the dead who had walked thse streets and had known the same silence.
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|
london
past
time
|
P.D. James |
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In trying to escape the fatality of memory, he discovered with an immense sadness that pursuing the past inevitably only leads to greater loss. To hold a gesture, a smell, a smile was to cast it as one fixed thing, a plaster death mask, which as soon as it was touched crumbled in his figures back into dust.
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|
loss
memory
time
|
Richard Flanagan |
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...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.
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|
time
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Milan Kundera |
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"One thing seems certain. Our galaxy is now in the brief springtime of its life--a springtime made glorious by such brilliant blue-white stars as Vega and Sirius, and, on a more humble scale, our own Sun. Not until all these have flamed through their incandescent youth, in a few fleeting billions of years, will the real history of the universe begin.
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|
future
nostalgia
space
time
|
Arthur C. Clarke |
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|
an English girl might well believe that time is how you spend your love.
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|
nick-laird
poem
poetry
the-last-saturday-in-ulster
time
zadie-smith
|
Nick Laird |
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A quarter-horse jockey learns to think of a twenty-second race as if it were occurring across twenty minutes--in distinct parts, spaced in his consciousness. Each nuance of the ride comes to him as he builds his race. If you can do the opposite with deep time, living in it and thinking in it until the large numbers settle into place, you can sense how swiftly the initial earth packed itself together, how swiftly continents have assembled and come apart, how far and rapidly continents travel, how quickly mountains rise and how quickly they disintegrate and disappear.
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|
time
|
John McPhee |
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When you are five, you know your age down to the month. Even in your twenties, you know how old you are. I'm twenty-three you say, or maybe twenty-seven. But then in your thirties, something strange starts to happen. It is a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, I'm--you start confidently, but then you stop. You were going to say thirty-three, but you are not. You're thirty-five. And then you're bothered, because you wonder if this is the beginning of the end. It is, of course, but it's decades before you admit it.
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|
getting-older
time
|
Sara Gruen |
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"A single obscure decision of prophecy, perhaps the choice of one word over another, could change the entire aspect of the future. He tells us "The vision of time is broad, but when you pass through it, time becomes a narrow door."
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|
possibilities
prophecy
time
|
Frank Herbert |
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|
Everything in life had a purpose, and unless it achieved that purpose, it was just taking up space on the planet and wasting everybody's time.
|
|
life
purpose
time
|
Jeannette Walls |
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|
[D]as Gedachtnis [ist] schwach und der Lauf eines Lebens kurz und alles [geschieht] so rasch, dass wir den Zusammenhang zwischen den Ereignissen nicht mehr sehen, die Folgen der Taten nicht mehr ermessen konnen, wir glauben an die Fiktion der Zeit, an Gegenwart, Vergangenheit und Zukunft, aber es kann auch sein, dass alles gleichzeitig geschieht [...]
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|
time
truth
|
Isabel Allende |
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|
Look at everything as though you were seeing it either first time or last time.
|
|
life-lessons
perspective
time
|
Betty Smith |
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|
This thing I'm doing can hardly be called living. Instead I'm lying dormant, like a bacterium in a glacier. Getting time over with. That's all.
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|
living
time
|
Margaret Atwood |
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|
I listened to time clicking like hooves on pavement. But time isn't something you can rein in. It moves on without pause, taking us with it no matter how much we wish it otherwise.
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|
time
|
Ron Rash |
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|
Arriving someplace more desirable at some future time is an illusion. This is it.
|
|
time
|
Jon Kabat-Zinn |
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|
La seriedad (...) se produce por una hiperestimacion del tiempo. (...) En la eternidad, sin embargo, no hay tiempo: la eternidad es solo un instante, lo suficientemente largo para una broma.
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|
eternidad
eternidade
eternity
existencialismo
existentialism
tiempo
time
|
Hermann Hesse |
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|
He thinks perhaps there's a reason our memories are kept hazy and out of focus. Maybe their abstraction serves as an anesthetic, a buffer protecting us from the agony of time and all that it steals and erases.
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|
memory
sci-fi
science-fiction
time
|
Blake Crouch |
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|
And what if you could go back in time and take all those hours of sorrow and insanity and replace them with something better?
|
|
insanity
sorrow
time
|
Rebecca McNutt |
a595b59
|
Let us learn things in the time they will take to learn
|
|
sales
selling
success
time
|
Chris Murray |
71cd4b4
|
Memory and Habit are attributes of the Time cancer. They control the most simple Proustian episode, and an understanding of their mechanism must precede any particular analysis of their application.
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|
memory
time
|
Samuel Beckett |
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|
On his thirteenth birthday he had seen a film in which the central character was a painter who, unable to sell his work, grew cold and hungry as he went from one unsuccessful interview to the next; eventually he had become a vagrant, sleeping in the streets of the city where once he had walked in hope. Hawksmoor left the cinema in a mood of profound, terrified apprehension and, from that time, he was filled with a sense of time passing and with the fear that he might be left discarded on its banks. The fear had not left him, although now he could no longer remember from where it came: he looked back on his earlier life without curiosity, since it seemed to lack intrinsic interest, and when he looked forward he saw the same steady attainment of goals without any joy in their attainment. For him, the state of happiness was simply the state of not suffering and, if he cared for anything, it was for oblivion.
|
|
anxiety
goals
life
oblivion
time
|
Peter Ackroyd |
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|
It is one of the greatest Curses visited upon Mankind, he told me, that they shall fear where no Fear is: this astrological and superstitious Humour disarms men's Hearts, it breaks their Courage, it makes them help to bring such Calamities on themselves. Then he stopped short and looked at me, but my Measure was not yet fill'd up so I begg' d him to go on, go on. And he continued: First, they fancy that such ill Accidents must come to pass, and so they render themselves fit Subjects to be wrought upon; it is a Disgrace to the Reason and Honour of Mankind that every fantasticall Humourist can presume to interpret the Skies (here he grew Hot and put down his Dish) and to expound the Time and Seasons and Fates of Empires, assigning the Causes of Plagues and Fires to the Sins of Men or the Judgements of God. This weakens the Constancy of Humane Actions, and affects Men with Fears, Doubts, Irresolutions and Terrours. I was afraid of your Moving Picture, I said without thought, and that was why I left. It was only Clock-work, Nick. But what of the vast Machine of the World, in which Men move by Rote but in which nothing is free from Danger? Nature yields to the Froward and the Bold. It does not yield, it devours: You cannot master or manage Nature. But, Nick, our Age can at least take up the Rubbidge and lay the Foundacions: that is why we must study the principles of Nature, for they are our best Draught. No, sir, you must study the Humours and Natures of Men: they are corrupt, and therefore your best Guides to understand Corrupcion. The things of the Earth must be understood by the sentient Faculties, not by the Understanding. There was a Silence between us now until Sir Chris. says, Is your Boy in the Kitchin? I am mighty Hungry.
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|
logic
nature
rational
rationality
science
superstition
time
|
Peter Ackroyd |
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|
Remember that our desires will not arrive by our schedule. If you really want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans.
|
|
time
|
Wayne W. Dyer |
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|
To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.
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|
time
|
Margaret Atwood |
4af15da
|
The inertia of a jungle village is a dangerous thing. Before you know it your whole life has slipped by and you are still waiting there.
|
|
inertia
jungle
time
village
|
Tahir Shah |
dcd0305
|
Praying always means praying through things and not giving up. It means being ever-watchful and persevering in prayer in order to see breakthrough. God wants us to be persistent in our praying. Don't forget to spend some quiet time praying to your Heavenly Father today.
|
|
inspirational
motivational
persistent
prayer
time
|
Stormie Omartian |
796bd68
|
He ought to let the past keep its glow and not try to mix it with what he had in the present.
|
|
past
past-and-present
present
time
|
Larry McMurtry |
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|
There were only seven years between the first and last Beatles albums. That's nothing, seven years, when you think of how their hairstyles changed and their music changed. Some bands now go seven years without hardly bothering to do anything.
|
|
change
hairstyles
music
seven-years
the-beatles
time
|
Nick Hornby |
5bc7d3d
|
What do you expect? This place is one big anti-climax.
|
|
apathy
existence
existentialism
futility
habit
hopeless
hopelessness
time
|
Michel Faber |
842e005
|
"It takes a huge investment in introspection to learn that the thirty or more hours spent "studying" the news last month neither had any predictive ability during your activities of that month nor did it impact your current knowledge of the world."
|
|
knowledge
life
news
prediction
time
work
|
Nassim Nicholas Taleb |
481860f
|
When has been disappointed for so long, hope becomes the enemy. One cannot be dashed to the earth unless one is lifted first, and I learned to avoid hope.
|
|
avoidance
break
burn
crash
deny
disappointment
enemy
fall
fear
hope
hurt
ignore
look-away
pain
time
weight
|
Robin Hobb |
d5fce86
|
The world had to change and for some reason the prosperity of men always results in them taking ever more from wild creatures and places.
|
|
animals
beasts
change
creatures
destroy
growth
human
humankind
men
nature
people
prosperity
take
time
wild
world
|
Robin Hobb |
8d01b76
|
"Holly steps back. Being warned about a ghost and seeing him are not the same. 'What did they
|
|
death
immortality
life
metaphor
mortality
speech
time
title
|
David Mitchell |
858ba01
|
When I was young I lived a constant storm, Though now and then the brilliant suns shot through, So in my garden few red fruits were born, The rain and thunder had so much to do. -
|
|
misfortune
time
|
Charles Baudelaire |
cad36a9
|
What had been a perceived threat, a lien in a sense on future human behavior, was quickly reduced to a historical curiosity.
|
|
intensity
time
|
Arthur C. Clarke |
d90fcc7
|
It is truth, in the old saying, that is 'the daughter of time,' and the lapse of half a century has not left us many of our illusions. Churchill tried and failed to preserve one empire. He failed to preserve his own empire, but succeeded in aggrandizing two much larger ones. He seems to have used crisis after crisis as an excuse to extend his own power. His petulant refusal to relinquish the leadership was the despair of postwar British Conservatives; in my opinion this refusal had to do with his yearning to accomplish something that 'history' had so far denied him--the winning of a democratic election.
|
|
britain
british-empire
cold-war
conservative-party-uk
crisis
democracy
elections
history
imperialism
power
russia
soviet-union
time
truth
united-states
winston-churchill
|
Christopher Hitchens |
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And what lights the sun? Its own fire. And the sun goes on, day after day, burning and burning. The sun and time. The sun and time and burning. Burning. The river bobbled him along gently. Burning. The sun and every clock on the earth. It all came together and became a single thing in his mind. After a long time of floating on the land and a short time of floating in the river he knew why he must never burn again in his life.
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epiphany
fire
sun
time
water
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Ray Bradbury |
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All sorts of strange people were around, people who looked more at home than she was, even the homeless ones who spoke no English, more at home maybe because they were younger, and when she went out it seemed to her that she too had migrated, that everyone migrates, even if we stay in the same houses our whole lives, because we can't help it. We are all migrants through time.
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home
house
life
migrants
migration
people
time
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Mohsin Hamid |
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"Like most people, when I look back, the family house is held in time, or rather it is now outside of time, because it exists so clearly and it does not change, and it can only be entered through a door in the mind. I like it that pre-industrial societies, and religious cultures still, now, distinguish between two kinds of time - linear time, that is also cyclical because history repeats itself, even as it seems to progress, and real time, which is not subject to the clock or the calendar, and is where the soul used to live. This real time is reversible and redeemable. It is why, in religious rites of all kinds, something that happened once is re-enacted - Passover, Christmas, Easter, or, in the pagan record, Midsummer and the dying of the god. As we participate in the ritual, we step outside of linear time and enter real time. Time is only truly locked when we live in a mechanised world. Then we turn into clock-watchers and time-servers. Like the rest of life, time becomes uniform and standardised. When I left home at sixteen I bought a small rug. It was my roll-up world. Whatever room, whatever temporary place I had, I unrolled the rug. It was a map of myself. Invisible to others, but held in the rug, were all the places I had stayed - for a few weeks, for a few months. On the first night anywhere new I liked to lie in bed and look at the rug to remind myself that I had what I needed even though what I had was so little. Sometimes you have to live in precarious and temporary places. Unsuitable places. Wrong places. Sometimes the safe place won't help you. Why did I leave home when I was sixteen? It was one of those important choices that will change the rest of your life. When I look back it feels like I was at the borders of common sense, and the sensible thing to do would have been to keep quiet, keep going, learn to lie better and leave later. I have noticed that doing the sensible thing is only a good idea when the decision is quite small. For the life-changing things, you must risk it. And here is the shock - when you risk it, when you do the right thing, when you arrive at the borders of common sense and cross into unknown territory, leaving behind you all the familiar smells and lights, then you do not experience great joy and huge energy. You are unhappy. Things get worse. It is a time of mourning. Loss. Fear. We bullet ourselves through with questions. And then we feel shot and wounded.
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home
risk
time
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Only is a bird doesn't swim in the ocean but flies in the air can it enter the ocean from above; only because God is not temporal can he enter into time.
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temporal
time
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Peter Kreeft |
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Thirteen days. Almost two weeks. And, just five days in, she had learned a fundamental truth about time: Like the accordion on which sometimes played old Pashto songs were played, time stretched and contracted depending on his absence or presence.
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time
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Then he took the pages, smoothed them with the palm of his hand, and fixed them with pins to the walls. So that now, if he sat looking down upon Grape Street, the letters and images encircled him. And it was while he sat here, scarcely moving, that he was in hell and no one knew it. At such times the future became so clear that it was as if he were remembering it, remembering it in place of the past which he could no longer describe. But there was in any case no future and no past, only the unspeakable misery of his own self.
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time
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Peter Ackroyd |
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Thirteen days. Almost two weeks. And, just five days in, she had learned a fundamental truth about time: Like the accordion on which old Pashto songs were sometimes played, time stretched and contracted depending on his absence or presence.
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time
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Khaled Hosseini |
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He realized that what he wanted most of all, with her, was time.
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time
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Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie |
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"Why do they lie?" she asked herself aloud. "They say time makes losing someone you loved easier to deal with, but it only makes it worse."
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ask
bereavement
deal
death-dying
death-of-a-friend
death-of-a-loved-one
easy
grief
lie
loss
love
mourning
saying
time
worse
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Rebecca McNutt |
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For we die every day; oblivion thrives Not on dry thighbones but on blood-ripe lives, And our best yesterdays are now foul piles Of crumpled names, phone numbers and foxed files.
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life
time
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Vladimir Nabokov |
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If you could stretch a given minute, what would you find between its unstuck components? Probably some kind of astral madness. A bleak comprehension of the final size of things.
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time
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Don DeLillo |
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This happened back east of course. I've heard that term a lot since coming to this part of the country. But I never think of the term as a marker of geography. It's a reference to time, a statement about time, about all the densities of being and experience, it's time disguised, it's light-up time, shifting smoky time tricked out as some locus of stable arrangement. When people use that term they're talking about the way things used to be before they moved out here, the way the world used to be, not just New Jersey or South Philly, or before their parents moved, or grandparents, and about the way things still exist in some private relativity theory, some smoky shifting mind dimension, or before the other men and women came this way, the ones in Conestoga wagons, a term we learned in grade school, a back-east term, stemming from the place where the wagons were made. (pg.333)
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history
past
speech
the-united-states
time
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Don DeLillo |
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when a man has little time, he must take care to maintain his calm. We must act as if we had eternity before us.
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eternity
keep-calm
lack-of-time
time
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Umberto Eco |
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This is death. I don't want it to tarry awhile so I can write a monograph. I want it to go away for seventy or eighty years.
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long-life
monograph
time
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Don DeLillo |
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I'd be willing to bet that the notion of the end of time is more common today in the secular world than in the Christian. The Christian world makes it the object of meditation, but acts as if it may be projected into a dimension not measured by calendars. The secular world pretends to ignore the end of time, but is fundamentally obsessed by it. This is not a paradox, but a repetition of what transpired in the first thousand years of history. ... I will remind readers that the idea of the end of time comes out of one of the most ambiguous passages of John's text, chapter 20... This approach, which isn't only Augustine's but also the Church Fathers' as a whole, casts History as a journey forward--a notion alien to the pagan world. Even Hegel and Marx are indebted to this fundamental idea, which Pierre Teilhard de Chardin pursued. Christianity invented History, and it is in fact a modern incarnation of the Antichrist that denounces History as a disease. It's possible that secular historicism has understood history as infinitely perfectible--so that tomorrow we improve upon today, always and without reservation... But the entire secular world is not of the ideological view that through history we understand how to look at the regression and folly of history itself. There is, nonetheless, an originally Christian view of history whenever the signpost of Hope on this road is followed. The simple knowledge of how to judge history and its horrors is fundamentally Christian, whether the speaker is Emmanuel Mounier on tragic optimism or Gramsci on pessimism of reason and optimism of will.
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augustine
bible
catholic
catholicism
christian
christianity
church-fathers
end-of-the-time
end-of-the-world
hegel
historicism
history
hope
marx
religion
revelation
scripture
secular
secularism
time
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Umberto Eco |
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Time turned into a rope that unraveled as a languid spiral.
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time
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Geraldine Brooks |
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Like all things in the universe, we are destined from birth to diverge. Time is simply the yardstick of our separation. If we are particles in a sea of distance, exploded from an original whole, then there is a science to our solitude. We are lonely in proportion to our years.
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science
time
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Ian Caldwell Dustin Thomason |
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There are various theories about why the years seem to pass faster as you get older. The most popular is also the most obvious. As you get older, each year is a smaller percentage of your life. If you are ten years old, a year is ten percent. If you are fifty years old, a year is two percent. But she read a theory that spurned that explanation. The theory states that time passes faster when we are in a set routine, when we aren't learning anything new, when we stay stuck in a life pattern. They key to making time slow down is to have new experiences. You may joke that the week you went on vacation flew by far too quickly, but if you stop and think about it, that week actually seemed to last much longer than one involving the drudgery of your day job. You are complaining about it going away so fast because you loved it, not because it felt as though time was passing faster. If you want to slow down time, this theory holds: If you want to make the days last, do something different. Travel to exotic locales. Take a class.
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aging
time
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Harlan Coben |
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One of my luckiest instincts lay in being able to tell when I was happy-- at the time, not afterwards. Most people don't realize until long afterwards that they have passed through a period of happiness. Their enjoyment takes the form of reminiscence, and it is always tinged with regret that they had not known at the time how happy they were. But I knew, and my memory (of bad times too) was detailed and intense.
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self-knowledge
time
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Paul Theroux |
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"He noticed Miss Bettie was wearing a watch, a steel Rolex with diamond chips. "What time is it?" he asked. Miss Bettie glanced at him and laughed. "You do seem to have difficulty remembering, don't you? Well, then, I shall tell you. It's , Joshua Cane. Always and only now."
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time
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Sean Stewart |
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I mean we think of phenomenal change as being the very essence of time, when it's not at all. Time is something which defies spring and winter, birth and decay, the good and the bad, indifferently. Something changeless and joyous and absolutely indestructible. Duality ceases to exist; there is no ego, no 'I,' and yet it's not at all like those horrid comparisons one sometimes hears in Eastern religions, the self being a drop of water swallowed by the ocean of the universe. It's more as if the universe expands to fill the boundaries of the self. You have no idea how pallid the workday boundaries of ordinary existence seem, after such an ecstasy.
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self
time
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Donna Tartt |
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When we're young, everyone over the age of thirty looks middle-aged, everyone over fifty antique. And time, as it goes by, confirms that we weren't that wrong. Those little age differentials, so crucial and so gross when we are young, erode. We end up all belonging to the same category, that of the non-young. I've never much minded this myself. But there are exceptions to the rule. For some people, the time differentials established in youth never really disappear: the elder remains the elder, even when both are dribbling greybeards. For some people, a gap of, say, five months means that one will perversely always think of himself - herself - as wiser and more knowledgeable than the other, whatever the evidence to the contrary. Or perhaps I should say because of the evidence to the contrary. Because it is perfectly clear to any objective observer that the balance has shifted to the marginally younger person, the other one maintains the assumption of superiority all the more rigorously. All the more neurotically.
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time
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Julian Barnes |
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We must seize every opportunity we can to speak the truth and proclaim peace. Especially now. There's so little time for many.
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peace
proclaim
speak
time
truth
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Francine Rivers |
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Then his friend said, 'If you fly you will save a day.' He nodded, he agreed, he would sacrifice his ticket, he would save a day. I ask you what does a day saved matter to him or to you? A day saved from what? for what? Instead of spending the day traveling, you will see your friend a day earlier, but you cannot stay indefinitely, you will travel home twenty-four hours sooner, that is all. But you will fly home and again save a day? Save it form what, for what? You will begin work a day earlier, but you cannot work on indefinitely. It only means that you will cease work a day earlier. And then, what? You cannot die a day earlier. So you will realize perhaps how rash it was of you to save a day, when you discover how you cannot escape those twenty-four hours you have so carefully preserved; you may push them forward and push them forward, but some time they must be spend, and then you may wish you had spent them as innocently as in the train from Ostend.
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time
travel
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Graham Greene |
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He thought again of the watch in the window. It had twelve black numbers on its moon face and there was magic to that. For these were numbers that were not really numbers at all but letters like in words. He shivered at the possibilities of such untold magic.
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numbers
roman-numeral
time
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Davis Grubb |
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She remembered all too well how time had dragged without him, how she had shuffled about feeling waylaid, out of balance. How she could ever cope with his permanent absence?
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time
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Khaled Hosseini |
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I would like there to exist places that are stable, unmoving, intangible, untouched and almost untouchable, unchanging, deep-rooted; places that might be points of reference, of departure, of origin: My birthplace, the cradle of my family, the house where I may have been born, the tree I may have seen grow (that my father may have planted the day I was born), the attic of my childhood filled with intact memories... My spaces are fragile: time is going to wear them away, to destroy them. Nothing will any longer resemble what was, my memories will betray me, oblivion will infiltrate my memory, I shall look at a few old yellowing photographs with broken edges without recognising them... Space melts like sand running through one's fingers. Time bears it away and leaves me only shapeless shreds: To write: To try meticulously to retain something, to cause something to survive; to wrest a few precise scraps from the void as it grows, to leave somewhere a furrow, a trace, a mark or a few signs.
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memory
mortality
space
time
writing
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Georges Perec |
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The minutes ticked past. This is why peelers need a book. A wee paperback to stick in your pocket.
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police
reading
time
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Adrian McKinty |
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Truly Time is a vast Denful of Horrour, round about which a Serpent winds and in the winding bites itself by the Tail. Now, now is the Hour, every Hour, every part of an Hour, every Moment, which in its end does begin again and never ceases to end: a beginning continuing, always ending.
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hour
minute
repetition
time
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Peter Ackroyd |
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Hell was full of clocks, he was sure of it. There was no torment, after all, that could not be exacerbated by a contemplation of time passing. The large case clock at the end of the corridor had a particularly penetrating tick-tock, audiable above and through all the noises of the house. It seemed to Lord John Grey to echo his own heartbeats, each one a step on the road towards death.
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death
heartbeat
hell
lord-john
time
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Diana Gabaldon |
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Some say that time is like water that flows around us (like a stone in the river) and some say we flow with time (like a twig floating on the surface of the water).
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nostalgia
time
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Chuck Klosterman |
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More than the sound of my own beating heart, I miss the sound of a ticking clock. Time passes, it must pass, but I have no more assurance of moving through time than I have that I am moving through space. In a way, I'm glad: this means perhaps 300 years and 364 days have passed, and tomorrow I will wake up. Sometimes after a cross-country meet or a long day at school, I'd fall into bed with all my clothes on and be out before I knew it. When I'd finally open my eyes, it would feel like I'd just shut them for a minute, but really, the whole rest of the day and half the night was gone. But. There were other times when I'd collapse onto my mattress, shut my eyes and dream, and it felt like I'd lived a whole lifetime in that dream, but when I woke up, it had only been a few minutes. What if only a year has gone by? What if we haven't even left yet? That is my greatest fear.
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amy-martin
beating-heart
clock
clocks
dream
fear
time
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Beth Revis |
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What could Maria call the time that opened ahead of her? The certainty of her hope? This rejuvenated air she was breathing? This incandescence, this bursting of a love at last without object?
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breathing-room
certainty
hope
love
time
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Marguerite Duras |
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"She says isn't it funny how every second, every minute, every day, month, year, is accounted for, capable of being named - when time, or life, is so unwieldy, so intangible and slippery? This makes her feel compassion towards the people who invented the concept of "telling time." How hopeful, she says. How beautifully futile. How perfectly human."
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time
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Miriam Toews |
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Beauty won't protect you. Not in the end. What will is the one thing you can't plan for. The one thing you can't save for or search for or even find. It has to find you and decide to stay. Time. More of it. More of it to try and make things right.
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divorce
marriage
time
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Laura Dave |
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"Time says "Let there be" every moment and instantly there is space and the radiance of each bright galaxy. And eyes beholding radiance. And the gnats' flickering dance.
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death
life
love
time
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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We came, Takver thought, from a great distance to each other. We have always done so. Over great distances, over years, over abysses of chance. It is because he comes from so far away that nothing can separate us. Nothing, no distances, no years, can be greater than the distance that's already between us, the distance of our sex, the differences of our being, our minds; that gap, that abyss which we bridge with a look, with a touch, with a word, the easiest thing in the world. Look how far away he is, asleep. Look how far away he is, he always is. But he comes back, he comes back, he comes back....
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love
time
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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Time is what keeps everything from happening at once.
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reality
time
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Raymond E. Feist |
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En de tijd die zo gestaag en zo zeker voorbijgaat slaat voorbij de klokken op hol. Het kost zo weinig tijd om een leven te veranderen en het kost een heel leven om die verandering te begrijpen.
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time
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Understand something people, we will be hated by many in the name of Christ, ridiculed, mocked, stoned, slaughtered. We will be fined, jailed and killed for our love for Christ. You are supposed to see better with your eyes today, how close this is happening, just prepare your heart and soul to be braver than Peter and not deny Christ in the moment your life might be in jeopardy for Him and what you believe. Apostle Pauls says to live is Christ to die is gain.
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depression
destiny
dream
dreams
earning
endtime
family
fantasy
feminism
fiction-food-for-though
forgiveness
freedom
friends
friendship
future
grief
heart
history
humanity-humour
imagination
inspirational-quotes
intelligence-is-attractive
joy
leadership
life-and-living-life-philosophy
life-quotes
literature
living
loss
love-quotes
magic-spirit
marriage
meditation-men
mind
money
motivation
motivational
motivational-quotes
music
nature
pain
passion-peace
patience
patience-johnson
pentecost
people
politics
positive-thinking
power
prayer
psychology
purpose
quote
quotes
reading
reality-relationship
repentance
sadness
self-help
self-improvement
society
soul
spiritual
strength
time
trust-war
wisdom-quotes
women
words
work
world
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Patience Johnson |
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If the universe is movement, it will not be in one direction only. We think of our lives as linear but it is the spin of the earth that allows us to observe time. Walk with me.
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movement
observe
physics
time
universe
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Time could heal, but it wouldn't make wrongs go away. Time came back like a reminder. Time folded with memory. In a moment, everything could fold itself up, and time stand still.
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karen-tei-yamashita
memories
memory
time
tropic-of-orange
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Karen Tei Yamashita |
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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 can never catch up to what's happening ; which means that is pretty much doomed to extinction.
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time
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Ruth Ozeki |
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Time plays tricks on mothers. It teases you with breaks and brief caesuras, only to skip wildly forward, bringing breathtaking changes to your baby's body. Only he wasn't a baby anymore, and how often did I have to learn that? The lessons were painful.
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motherhood
time
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Ruth Ozeki |
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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 of time. If I could only smash the clock and stop time from advancing! Crush the infernal machine! Shatter its bland face and rip those cursed hands from their torturous axis of circumscription! I can almost feel the sturdy metal body crumpling beneath my hands, the glass fracturing, the case cracking open, my fingers digging into the guts, spilling springs and delicate gearing. But now, there is now use, now way of stopping time.
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time
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Ruth Ozeki |
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Time, let me vanish. Then what we separate by our very presence can come together.
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time
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Audrey Niffenegger |
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Time: Change experienced and observed. Time measured by the angle of the turning earth as it rotates through its axis. The earth turning slowly on its spit under the fire of the sun.
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jeanette-winterson
literature
time
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Lonely cries, and she was lonely, not for friends but for a time that hadn't been violated.
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regret
time
violation
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Hope is not logical. It always comes as a surprise, just when you think all hope is lost. Hope is the cousin to grief, and both take time: you can't short-circuit grief, or emptiness, and you can't patch it up with your bicycle tire tube kit. You have to take the next right action.
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emptiness
grief
hope
surprise
time
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Anne Lamott |
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"The formula for this brand of "historical" writing is to put the public on the inside; to let them feel the palpitations of royal and imperial lovers and to overhear their lispings and cooings. It can be argued that a man has to live somewhere, and that if his own time is so cut up by rapid change that he can't find a cranny big enough to relax in, then he must betake himself to the past. That is certainly one motive in the production of historical romance, from Sir Walter Scott to Thornton Wilder. But mainly this formula works as a means of flattery. The public is not only invited inside but encouraged to believe that there is nothing inside that differs from its own thoughts and feelings. This reassurance is provided by endowing historical figures with the sloppiest possible minds. The great are "humanized" by being trivial. The debunking school began by making the great appear as corrupt, or mean and egotistical. The "humanizers" have merely carried on to make them idiotic. "Democratic" vanity has reached such proportions that it cannot accept as human anything above the level of cretinous confusion of mind of the type popularized by Hemingway's heroes. Just as the new star must be made to appear successful by reason of some freak of fortune, so the great, past or present, must be made to seem so because of the most ordinary qualities, to which fortune adds an unearned trick or idea." --
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fiction
historical-fiction
nostalgia
past
past-and-present
rapid-change
relaxation
time
truth
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Marshall McLuhan |
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Chronotropic Drugs: Drugs engineered to affect one's sense of time. Chronodecelocotropic drugs have no short term effect but over time give one the impression that time feels longer. Chronoaccelocotropic drugs have the opposite effect.
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time
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Douglas Coupland |
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"It's only horrible if you see it that way," Morrie said. "It's horrible to watch my body slowly wilt away to nothing. But it's also wonderful because of all the time I get to say good-bye." He smiled. "Not everyone is so lucky."
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bye
dying
horrible
ill
lucky
nothing
slow
time
wilt
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Mitch Albom |
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"The phone was laid on a desk thousands of miles away. Once more, with that clear familiarity, the footsteps, the pause, and, at last, the raising of the window. "Listen," whispered the old man to himself. And he heard a thousand people in another sunlight, and the faint, tinkling music of an organ grinder playing "La Marimba"-- oh, a lovely, dancing tune. With eyes tight, the old man put up his hand as if to click pictures of an old cathedral, and his body was heavier with flesh, younger, and he felt the hot pavement underfoot. He wanted to say, "You're still there, aren't you? All of: you people in that city in the time of the early siesta, the shops closing, the little boys crying loteria nacional para hoy! to sell lottery tickets. You are all there, the people in the city. I can't believe I was ever among you. When you are away I: from a city it becomes a fantasy. Any town, New York, Chicago, with its people, becomes improbable with distance. Just as I am improbable here, in Illinois, in a small town by a ' quiet lake. All of us improbable to one another because we are not present to one another. And it is so good to hear the sounds, and know that Mexico City is still there and the people moving and living . . ."
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nostalgia
phone
time
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Ray Bradbury |
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When you are measuring life, you are not living it...
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live-life
time
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Mitch Albom |
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Surely time past is gone by like a shadow.
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time
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E.R. Eddison |
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He did not use these things anymore, and yet, the thought of letting them go made him sad. He felt they represented times in his life he could not recall without their presence. They represented stories,
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stories
things
time
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Alice Walker |
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Proud houses fall into decline and great cities pass into ruin. The stories of those things are lost to forgotten languages and moth-eaten scrolls. Vine and root grapple with the rune carved in stone, and rust carries away, fleck by fleck, the great gates of iron.
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loss
past
time
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William Timothy Murray |
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Le Gout du neant Morne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte, L'Espoir, dont l'eperon attisait ton ardeur, Ne veut plus t'enfourcher! Couche-toi sans pudeur, Vieux cheval dont le pied a chaque obstacle bute. Resigne-toi, mon coeur; dors ton sommeil de brute. Esprit vaincu, fourbu! Pour toi, vieux maraudeur, L'amour n'a plus de gout, non plus que la dispute; Adieu donc, chants du cuivre et soupirs de la flute! Plaisirs, ne tentez plus un coeur sombre et boudeur! Le Printemps adorable a perdu son odeur! Et le Temps m'engloutit minute par minute, Comme la neige immense un corps pris de roideur; Je contemple d'en haut le globe en sa rondeur Et je n'y cherche plus l'abri d'une cahute. Avalance, veux-tu m'emporter dans ta chute?
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hopelessness
suicide
time
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Charles Baudelaire |
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No one lived forever. But you fought for every minute you could get. Bought a little more with a lot of hard work.
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life
living-forever
time
work
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James S.A. Corey |
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He felt, and not for the first time today, that he had not made a good decision in his personal or professional life since 1989.
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time
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Michael Chabon |
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Time is measured in meaning
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time
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Rene Denfeld |
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"But in the dynamic space of the living Rocket, the double integral has a different meaning. To integrate here is to operate on a rate of change so that time falls away: change is stilled..."Meters per second" will integrate to "meters." The moving vehicle is frozen, in space, to become architecture, and timeless. It was never launched. It never did fall."
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physics
symbolism
time
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Thomas Pynchon |
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For at eight o'clock the world came to an end. It was reading time. The hours between eight in the evening and one or two in the morning have always been my magic hours.
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time
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Diane Setterfield |
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But in the dynamic space of the living Rocket , the double integral has a different meaning. To integrate here is to operate on a rate of change so that time falls away: change is stilled...'Meters per second ' will integrate to 'meters.' The moving vehicle is frozen, in space, to become architecture, and timeless. It was never launched. It never did fall.
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physics
symbolism
time
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Thomas Pynchon |
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Time is the only thing even money can't buy.
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time
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Robert Ferrigno |
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Minutes, foolish mortal, are the base mineral that you must not let go of without extracting their gold!
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poetry
time
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Charles Baudelaire |
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I remember, in no particular order: --a shiny inner wrist; --steam rising from a wet sink as a hot frying pan is laughingly tossed into it; --gouts of sperm circling a plughole, before being sluiced down the full length of a tall house; --a river rushing nonsensically upstream, its wave and wash lit by half a dozen chasing torchbeams; --another river, broad and grey, the direction of its flow disguised by a stiff wind exciting the surface; --bathwater long gone cold behind a locked door. This last isn't something I actually saw, but what you end up remembering isn't always the same as what you have witnessed. We live in time--it holds us and moulds us--but I've never felt I understood it very well. And I'm not referring to theories about how it bends and doubles back, or may exist elsewhere in parallel versions. No, I mean ordinary, everyday time, which clocks and watches assure us passes regularly: tick-tock, click-clock. Is there anything more plausible than a second hand? And yet it takes only the smallest pleasure or pain to teach us time's malleability. Some emotions speed it up, others slow it down; occasionally, it seems to go missing--until the eventual point when it really does go missing, never to return. I'm not very interested in my schooldays, and don't feel any nostalgia for them. But school is where it all began, so I need to return briefly to a few incidents that have grown into anecdotes, to some approximate memories which time has deformed into certainty. If I can't be sure of the actual events any more, I can at least be true to the impressions those facts left. That's the best I can manage.
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memory
time
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Julian Barnes |
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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 adulteration of events that clog time like peanuts in brittle.
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time
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Walker Percy |
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Here we do not believe in wasting time simply for the purpose of impressing others.
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ronica-vestrit
time
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Robin Hobb |
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Is deja vu actually the specter of false timelines that never happened but did, casting their shadows upon reality?
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memories
reality
science-fictionce
time
time-travel
timelines
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Blake Crouch |
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"Kiedy jestesmy mlodzi, kazdy powyzej trzydziestki wyglada na czlowieka w srednim wieku, kazdy po piecdziesiatce na starca. I czas dowodzi, wraz ze swoim uplywem, ze nie mylilismy sie tak bardzo. Te drobne roznice wieku -- tak istotne i olbrzymie, kiedy jestesmy mlodzi -- ulegaja erozji. Koniec koncow wszyscy zaczynamy nalezec do tej samej kategorii, kategorii niemlodych. Sam nigdy sie tym specjalnie nie przejmowalem. Sa jednak wyjatki od tej reguly. W przypadku niektorych ludzi roznice czasu ustalone w mlodosci nigdy tak naprawde nie znikaja: starsi pozostaja dla nich starszymi, nawet gdy jedni i drudzy sa zaslinionymi stetryczalymi osobnikami. W przypadku niektorych ludzi roznica, powiedzmy, pieciu miesiecy oznacza, ze beda sie uwazali za madrzejszych i obdarzonych wieksza wiedza niz ci drudzy, bez wzgledu na dowody swiadczace o czyms wprost przeciwnym. A moze powinienem powiedziec ,,z racji" dowodow swiadczacych o czyms wprost przeciwnym. ,,Z racji" tego, ze -- jak jest absolutnie jasne dla obiektywnego obserwatora -- gdy szala przechyla sie na korzysc marginalnie mlodszej osoby, ta druga tym bardziej rygorystycznie podtrzymuje przekonanie o swojej wyzszosci. Tym bardziej neurotycznie."
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time
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Julian Barnes |
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The names of entities that have the power to constrain us change with time. Convention and authority are replaced by infirmity.
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authority
change
constraints
convention
infirmity
power
time
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Cormac McCarthy |
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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 Spanish two hundred years ago and the Yankees one hundred years ago. 1948. What a faroff time.
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time
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Walker Percy |
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England is always remaking herself, her cliffs eroding, her sandbanks drifting, springs bubbling up in dead ground. They regroup themselves while we sleep, the landscapes through which we move, and even the histories that trail us; the faces of the dead fade into other faces, as a spine of hills into the mist.
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england
history
time
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