It's all about time

Time is the one thing that can’t be stopped. Like a sharp blade, it silently cuts through hard and soft, constantly advancing. Nothing is capable of jolting it even the slightest bit, but it changes everything.

"It's a convention," said Anthony Carling cheerfully, "and not a very convincing one. Time, indeed! There's no such thing as Time really; it has no actual existence. Time is nothing more than an infinitesimal point in eternity, just as space is an infinitesimal point in infinity. At the most, Time is a sort of tunnel through which we are accustomed to believe that we are travelling. There's a roar in our ears and a darkness in our eyes which makes it seem real to us. But before we came into the tunnel we existed for ever in an infinite sunlight, and after we have got through it we shall exist in an infinite sunlight again. So why should we bother ourselves about the confusion and noise and darkness which only encompass us for a moment?"

Man fears time; time fears the pyramids.

There's so much of "place" in the world. There's less time because the time has to be spread extra thin over all the places, like butter.

On the plane of the Real, the virtual and the actual coexist. We are outside time, in the infinite.

Two eternities can never be so far apart That I could not bridge them together

What, then, is time? If no one ask of me, I know; if I wish to explain to him who asks, I know not.

[...] time is elastic. Despite what we've been told about the accuracy of clocks, no two sixty-second periods are ever identical. Although a minute may move like dried mud while we're waiting or when we're bored, it speeds to the point of invisibility when we are in the throes of change.

We live our short lives on one side of the door; on the other is all of eternity. Time is the wind that blows through the keyhole.

Time is a face on the water.

I'm not afraid of death. I'm an old physicist - I'm afraid of time.

Time is measured in emotions. Time is measured in wishes. Time is never measured in minutes, hours and seconds. Past, Present and Future are summed up in a single point: that instant in which external and internal feelings and wishes are made a reality.

Every once in a lifetime A moment turns forever

I feel as if time itself had deceived us even though it never did anything strange, anything else but go by. Time went by. Its purpose is to go by. It goes by, goes by, goes by.