Orhan Pamuk Quotes

If time and space, as sages say, Are things which cannot be, The sun which does not feel decay No greater is than we. So why, Love, should we ever pray To live a century? The butterfly that lives a day Has lived eternity.

I think the life we are living now is just a blink in the eye of eternity.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

Time is but the shadow of the world upon the background of Eternity.

Infancy is what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.

I know simply that the sky will last longer than I.

For a man can lose neither the past nor the future; for how can one take from him that which is not his? So remember these two points: first, that each thing is of like form from everlasting and comes round again in its cycle, and that it signifies not whether a man shall look upon the same things for a hundred years or two hundred, or for an infinity of time; second, that the longest lived and the shortest lived man, when they come to die, lose one and the same thing.

A thousand years ago five minutes were Equal to forty ounces of fine sand. Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime and Infinite aftertime: above your head They close like giant wings, and you are dead.

I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.

Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.

Long life, and short, are by death made all one; for there is no long, nor short, to things that are no more.

When I say forever,' Koschei whispered, 'I mean until the black death of the world. An Ivan means just the present moment, the flickering light of it, in a green field, his mouth on yours. He means the stretching of that moment. But forever isn't bright; it isn't like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

Time's ruins build eternity's mansions.

We have none of us seen a form which had not a beginning and will not have an end.

We die, and we do not die.

The body is not important. It is made of dust; it is made of ashes. It is food for the worms. The winds and the waters dissolve it and scatter it to the four corners of the earth. In the end, what we care most for only lasts a brief lifetime, and then there is eternity. Time forever. Millions of worlds are born, evolve, and pass away into nebulous, unmeasured skies; and there is still eternity. Time always. The body becomes dust and trees and exploding fire, it becomes gaseous and disappears, and still there is eternity. Silent, unopposed, brooding, forever.

Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.

Time stays, we go.

We die only once, and for such a long time.

The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they - and as taciturn.