John Steinbeck Quotes

We say that time passes, time goes by, and time flows. Those are metaphors. We also think of time as a medium in which we exist.

Nothingness not being nothing, nothingness being emptiness.

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

Time is an illusion. Time only exists when we think about the past and the future. Time doesn't exist in the present here and now.

I confess, I do not believe in time.

There are things that I would say that you could call an instant of time; or better, a now. As we live we seem to move through a succession of instants of time, nows, and the question is, what are they? There are where everything in the universe is at this moment, now.

The magical, supernatural force that is with us every second is time. We can't even comprehend it. It's such an illusion, it's such a strange thing.

I have wondered about time all my life.

Is time our invention, or is time a real thing... I realize we're measuring it, but in the cosmic scheme of things, is there really time?

Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.

Nihilism has no substance. There is no such thing as nothingness, and zero does not exist. Everything is something. Nothing is nothing.

Boredom rests upon the nothingness that winds its way through existence; its giddiness, like that which comes from gazing down into an infinite abyss, is infinite.

To be in time is to be asleep: to be awake is to be in eternity.

The foundation of reverence is this perception, that the present holds within itself the complete sum of existence, backwards and forwards, that whole amplitude of time, which is eternity.

There was emptiness more profound than the void between the stars, for which there was no here and there and before and after, and yet out of that void the entire plenum of existence sprang forth.

I can't understand nothingness. I can't understand it and I can't imagine it.

Time, for a man who has never truly felt a second of it, it not a great sacrifice

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.

A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.

To be absolutely nothing is to be beyond measure.

Only when the clock stops does time come to life

For the Present is the point at which time touches eternity.

An absence of meaning opens a gap in time.

Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.

If love eats the donut, does time eat the hole?