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I'm the kind of guy who, I need a watch that tells me what day it is. I need to know it's Friday on my watch. I need to look at it and go, 'Friday today.' Tomorrow I will not know it's Saturday until I look at my watch. My watchband broke, I was crippled. I have no concept of time, I have no concept of dates.
Sep 21, 2025
This relates to the concept of time and our ability as dreamers to reach across time to a past or future self and do some good. This is very important as it relates to soul loss and soul recovery.
My spirit animal... probably like a turtle, because I have no concept of time.
Language is inherently not concerned with logic. As an expression of the psychological activities of humankind, it simply follows a linear process as it seeks actualisation. Moreover, it does not obey the objective concepts of time and space that belong to the physical world. When the discussion of time and space is imported into linguistic art from scientific aims and research methods, that linguistic art is entirely reduced to trifling pseudo-philosophical issues.
We are not capable of producing a concept of time that is at once cosmological, biological, historical and individual
The concept of time, as it’s commonly understood by normal people with normal jobs and normal goddamn lives, doesn’t exist on the road. The nights spread out like the dark, godforsaken highways that distinguish them, and the days run together like Thanksgiving dinner smothered in gravy. You never really know where you are or what time it is, and the outside world starts to fade away. It’s cool.
Vagabonding is about not merely reallotting a portion of your life for travel but rediscovering the entire concept of time.
Only our concept of time makes it possible for us to speak of the Day of Judgment by that name in reality it is a summary court in perpetual session.
Hebrew has a system of tenses, which is, in a big way, different from the English system of tenses, probably different than any European system of tenses, which means a different sense of reality, which means a different concept of time.
I think the tree is an element of regeneration which in itself is a concept of time.
I've always been fascinated by the concept of time.
Everything in modern civilization is based on this concept of time which is not really valid.
I think the tree is an element of regeneration which in itself is a concept of time. The oak is especially so because it is a slowly growing tree with a kind of really solid heartwood. It has always been a form of sculpture, a symbol for this planet.
It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could'st make the time to do so too; I'll wind thee up no more.
Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.
You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.
Much may be done in those little shreds and patches of time which every day produces, and which most men throw away.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
Time, the cradle of hope.... Wisdom walks before it, opportunity with it, and repentance behind it: he that has made it his friend will have little to fear from his enemies, but he that has made it his enemy will have little to hope from his friends.
There is one kind of robber whom the law does not strike at, and who steals what is most precious to men: time.
Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark - spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror. It's passing, yet I'm the one who's doing all the moving.
Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.
It is a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.
Day, n. A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent.
Time flies on restless pinions - constant never.
The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.
Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new.
A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.
The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of 60 minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.
Old Time, that greatest and longest established spinner of all!... his factory is a secret place, his work is noiseless, and his Hands are mutes.
For time is the longest distance between two places.
Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.
The concept of time shuts off eternity.
Our linear concept of time means nothing to nature.
Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past, even while we attempt to define it.
The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked.
Gradually my whole concept of time changed until I thought of a month as having twenty-five days of humanness and five others when I might just as well have been an animal in a steel trap.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.
If you want work well done, select a busy man - the other kind has no time.
Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new... but who can understand and measure its sharp breath, its mystery and its design?
Time is what we want most, but what we use worst.
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
Time is the coin of life. Only you can determine how it will be spent.
What then is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know.
Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.
Time is an equal opportunity employer. Each human being has exactly the same number of hours and minutes in a day.
Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.
The aesthetic discussion of photography is dominated by the concept of time. Photographs appear as devices stopping time and preserving fragments of the past, like flies in amber.
The forces of Hannibal, Drake and Napoleon moved at best with the horses' gallop or the speed of wind on sail. Now, aviation brings a new concept of time and distance to the affairs of men. It demands adaptability to change, places a premium on quickness of thought and speed of action.