Robert Lepage Quotes

I love the sense of how time passes when I'm acting. When you're not aware of the clock ticking, that is always a good sign you're enjoying something.

The spiritual element, the really important part of religion, has no concern with Time and Space, temporary mundane laws, or conduct.

When you get a groove going, time flies.

Juggling is sometimes called the art of controlling patterns, controlling patterns in time and space.

If you're doing something that's period, you've got to live in it, and you've got to make it resonate with you.

When we meet a work of art, there's something about that encounter that isn't fixed in time, but rather, it unfixes time: the shaft opens. The past and present exist in the same moment, and we know, as beings, that we are connected. All the people who lived before us, all who will come after us, are connected in this moment.

The more you're playing, the more weeks you're going, the more you're into it, the more everything is flowing together.

Time is always a component of place; you can't really talk about where without talking about when.

If our friendship depends on things like space and time, then when we finally overcome space and time, we've destroyed our own brotherhood! But overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now. And in the middle of Here and Now, don't you think that we might see each other once or twice?

...situations evolve as matter responds to the conditioning of time and space...If you know what is contained in time from its beginning to its end you are somehow no longer in time. Even though you still have a body and still eat and do what you do, you have discovered something that liberated you into a satisfying all-at-oneness.

Love is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

Whenever I start thinking of my love for a person, I am in the habit of immediately drawing radii from my love - from my heart, from the tender nucleus of a personal matter- to monstrously remote points of the universe. Something impels me to measure the consciousness of my love against such unimaginable and incalculable things as the behaviour of nebulae (whose very remoteness seems a form of insanity), the dreadful pitfalls of eternity, the unknowledgeable beyond the unknown, the helplessness, the cold, the sickening involutions and interpenetrations of space and time.

Prayers have no boundaries. They can leap miles and continents and be translated instantly into any language.

I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name.

I am in the Aleph, the point at which everything is in the same place at the same time. I'm at a window, looking out at the world and its secret places, poetry lost in time and words left hanging in space...sentences that are perfectly understood, even when left unspoken. Feelings that simultaneously exalt and suffocate.

It is possible to transcend the usual limitations of the body, ego, space, and linear time.

Space and time are "sensed" not seen. They are created in consciousness which is spaceless and timeless.

Being in front of an audience makes me feel alive. Being with friends makes me feel alive. I’ve done some crazy stuff in my time and yet I can feel infinitely alive curled up on a sofa reading a book. So, what makes me feel alive? I guess it’s realizing I am part of the world around me.

In a car you're always in a compartment, and because you're used to it you don't realize that through that car window everything you see is just more TV. You're a passive observer and it is all moving by you boringly in a frame. On a cycle the frame is gone. You're completely in contact with it all. You're in the scene, not just watching it anymore, and the sense of presence is overwhelming.

Feelings form part of a world in which time, space and frontiers do not exist.

Mysticism is not this or that particular cup on the table; it is the water poured into all of them.

How hard to realize that every camp of men or beast has this glorious starry firmament for a roof! In such places standing alone on the mountain-top it is easy to realize that whatever special nests we make - leaves and moss like the marmots and birds, or tents or piled stone - we all dwell in a house of one room - the world with the firmament for its roof - and are sailing the celestial spaces without leaving any track.

A single face turned upward toward all Time One flesh, one ecstasy, one peace.

Overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now.

Worlds and particles, bodies and beings, time and space: All are transient expressions of the Tao.