Elif Safak Quotes

Time is numbered only to man.

What time is it? It is by every star a different time, and each most falsely true.

This required abandoning the idea that there is a universal quantity called time that all clocks measure. Instead, everyone would have his own personal time. The clocks of two people would agree if they were at rest with respect to each other but not if they were moving. This has been confirmed by a number of experiments, including one in which an extremely accurate timepiece was flown around the world and then compared with one that had stayed in place. If you wanted to live longer, you could keep flying to the east so the speed of the plane added to the earth

Today, tomorrow," she said. "A day is nothing. A day is just a match you strike after the ten thousand matches before it have gone out.

There is no past or future. Using tenses to divide time is like making chalk marks on water.

But what are years, what are months!" he would exclaim. "Why count the days, when even one day is enough for man to know all happiness.

A split second is nothing compared to twenty-four hours. On God's clock you're in the middle of your millisecond. Compared to eternity, what is seventy, eighty, ninety years?

One moment cannot be the most important.

Time doesn't go. Time stays. We go.

People always say life is short. I've never been convinced of that - mine seems to have a tendency to go on and on.

Time itself comes in drops.

Calendars and clocks exist to measure time, but that signifies little because we all know that an hour can seem as eternity or pass in a flash, according to how we spend it.

Time sometimes passes quite quickly.

Time goes by so slowly when you're a child, and then, as an adult, it goes by in the blink of an eye.

We only seem to learn from Life that Life doesn't matter so much as it seemed to do - it's not so burningly important, after all, what happens. We crawl, like blinking sea-creatures, out of the Ocean onto a spur of rock, we creep over the promontory bewildered and dazzled and hurting ourselves, then we drop in the ocean on the other side: and the little transit doesn't matter so much.

Time is liquid. One moment is no more important than any other and all moments quickly run away.

Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the minutes.

The velocity with which time flies is infinite, as is most apparent to those who look back.

I've only been gone a week," I reminded him. Well, a week's a long time. It's seven days. Which is one hundred and sixty-eight hours. Which is ten thousand, eighty minutes. Which is six hundred thousand, for hundred seconds.

Tomorrow! - Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.

We are seeing, then, that our experience is altogether momentary. From one point of view, each moment is so elusive and so brief that we cannot even think about it before it has gone. From another point of view, this moment is always here, since we know no other moment than the present moment. It is always dying, always becoming past more rapidly than imagination can conceive. Yet at the same time it is always being born, always new, emerging just as rapidly from that complete unknown we call the future. Thinking about it almost makes you breathless.

Time is measured by the quality and not the quanity of sensations it contains.

A year's a long time, but it also flickers past in no time at all.

How long a time lies in one little word?