Time’s not an object but an idea. It will be extinguished in the mind.[Время не предмет, а идея. Погаснет в уме.]
Time works so hard for us, if only we can let it.
Time will explain.
Time which changes human beings does not alter the image which we have preserved of them.[Car le temps qui change les êtres ne modifie pas l’image que nous avons gardée d’eux.]
Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to slip through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won’t be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there – to the edge of the world. There’s something you can’t do unless you get there.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
Time ripens all things.
Time really is one big continuous cloth, no? We habitually cut out pieces of time to fit us, so we tend to fool ourselves into thinking that time is our size, but it really goes on and on.
Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future and time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present all time is unredeemable.
Time passes, life is a stream, etc., so people say. That is not what I find: time stands still, and so do I.[Tiden gaaer, Livet er en Strøm, sige Menneskene, o. s. v. Jeg kan ikke mærke det, Tiden staaer stille og jeg med.]
Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.
Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.
