Adrian Tomine Quotes

There are normal hours, and then there are invalid hours, where time stalls and slips, where life---real life---seems to exist at one remove.

In the experience of art, time seems not to exist. When I'm writing and think, "I've been working for two hours," I've actually been working for seven.

Abstracts are real and time is a lie, it cannot be measured when one moment can expand to hold everything.

I think time is elastic. There are moments in my life that are many, many years ago and yet I can conjure them as though it's a second ago. And there are other things that happened maybe last week that seem like ages ago.

For some reason, I have a very strange conception of time. I am constantly hovering at some overview, more macro.

Time collapses and expands like an erratic accordion.

It's proven that how time moves for you depends on where you are in the universe. It's relative to beings and other places. But on the level of being here on earth, if you are aware in a moment, one second can last a year. And if you are unaware, your whole childhood, your whole life can pass by in six seconds. But it’s also such a thing that you can get lost in.

The slowness of time, for a man who knows nothing will happen, is brutal.

Time is a funny thing. I was always puzzled with the way a single day could stretch itself out to the point of eternity in your mind, all while years melted down into the fraction of a second.

Time passes so slowly if you are unaware of it and so quickly if you are aware of it.

The passage of time is simply an illusion created by our brains.

Time narrows or expands according to how we approach it. It varies with a man’s breadth, with his heart.

Time does not always pass at the same speed. We are the ones who determine that speed.

On the human imagination, events produce the effects of time. Thus, he who has travelled far and seen much, is apt to fancy that he has lived long; and the history that most abounds in important incidents, soonest assumes the aspect of antiquity.

Is that all time is - our perception of how quickly it does or does not pass?

The moment seemed endless, but it was probably only half that.

Because time moves more slowly in Kid World ... it goes on for decades ... It is adult life that is over in a twinkling.

Because time isn't something that always proceeds at the same pace. It is we who determine how quickly time passes.

Some days felt longer than other days. Some days felt like two whole days. Unfortunately those days were never weekend days. Our Saturdays and Sundays passed in half the time of a normal workday. In other words, some weeks it felt like we worked ten straight days and had only one day off.

I'd had nearly four years of experience looking at these clocks, but their sluggishness never ceased to surprise. If I am ever told that I have one day to live, I will head straight to the hallowed halls of Winter Park High School, where a day has been known to last a thousand years.

The biggest change is that time just goes by so fast when you're on the road. It seems like it's only been a month or so since I've been back and it's already been more than half a year. I can't complain, though. I'm in a great spot right and it's up to me to take advantage of it while I can.

I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind.

Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?

These tenses-past, present and future-are not the tenses of time; they are tenses of the mind. That which is no longer before the mind becomes the past. That which is before the mind is the present. And that which is going to be before the mind is the future. Past is that which is no longer before you. Future is that which is not yet before you. And present is that which is before you and is slipping out of your sight. Soon it will be past.

In an instant, our mind can carry us far away into memories of the past or fantasies about the future. Or we may get caught up in a race against the clock, feeling like there's never enough time. We say things like "Time is flying," "Time is running out," or "There are never enough hours in the day."