Clive Barker Quotes

The end is in the beginning and lies far ahead.

What is new in the world? Nothing. What is old in the world? Nothing. Everything has always been and will always be.

The more things change, the more they are the same.

The past is the present and the future too.

For indeed all that we think so new to-day has been acted over and over again, a shifting comedy, by the women of every century.

The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.

Death is alive, they whispered. Death lives inside life, as bones dance within the body. Yesterday is within today. Yesterday never dies.

In the end, there is no end.

Events do not really have beginnings or ends. Behind every event is the previous one, causing, or helping to cause, what follows.

There is never a beginning, there is never an end, to the inexplicable continuity of this web of God, but always circular power returning into itself.

He who has seen present things has seen all, both everything which has taken place from all eternity and everything which will be for time without end; for all things are of one kin and of one form.

I have a mantra that kind of explains my feelings on this subject, which is, "The past is the present is the future." When you're recording something, you're making something that will exist in the future.

When I touch that flower, I am not merely touching that flower. I am touching infinity. That little flower existed long before there were human beings on this earth. It will continue to exist for thousands, yes, millions of years to come.

We who are alive at this moment are only an infinitesimal part of something that has existed for eternity and will continue when there is no longer anything to show that earth existed. Still, we must feel and believe that we are all.

There is nothing new under the sun.

All things from eternity are of like forms and come round in circle.

The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.

The past is the present, isn’t it? It’s the future too.

What the first philosopher taught the last will have to repeat.

A story can fly like a bee, so straight and swift you catch only the hum of its passing. Or move so slowly it seems motionless, curled in upon itself like a snake in the sun. It can vanish like smoke before the wind. Linger like perfume in the nose. Change with every telling, yet always remain the same.

The future is foretold from the past and the future is only possible because of the past. Without past and future, the present is partial. All time is eternally present and so all time is ours. There is no sense in forgetting and every sense in dreaming. Thus the present is made rich.

Ends and beginnings—there are no such things. There are only middles.

You have to know the reality and the reality is that we are eternal.

Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.

Stories are like a river that flows - you dip a bucket in it