Brian Eno Quotes

But what is the past? Could it be, the firmness of the past is just illusion? Could the past be a kaleidoscope, a pattern of images that shift with each disturbance of a sudden breeze, a laugh, a thought? And if the shift is everywhere, how would we know?

When we talk about our lives, long or short, brief and tragic or enduring beyond comprehension, we impose a continuity on them, and that continuity is a lie.

You can go home again...so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.

Everything we feel is made of Time. All the beauties of life are shaped by it.

I feel like I've dreamed half of my life that hasn't happened yet, so a lot of times I'm going along, and I do stuff, and I know that I've done it. I have deja vus more than I have regular experiences. If half of your day is a deja vu, then you start to wonder, 'What is real and what isn't?'

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

I've grown up a little bit. I'm almost 40 years old now. But everyone was introduced to me when I was 18 and I looked like I was 15. I've been around a long time.

Nearly all our originality comes from the stamp that time impresses upon our sensibility.

I think a lot of people want to be remembered the way they were, as opposed to the way they are now.

I don't think the human mind can comprehend the past and the future. They are both just illusions that can manipulate you into thinking theres some kind of change.

Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.

I think memory is essential to what we are. If we - we wouldn't be able to talk to each other without memory. And what we think of as the present really is the past. It is made out of the past.

Everything changes with time. I am not so experienced enough to analyze what the people love in me.

For those who pass it without entering, the city is one thing; it is another for those who are trapped by it and never leave. There is the city where you arrive for the first time; and there is another city which you leave never to return. Each deserves a different name; perhaps I have already spoken of Irene under other names; perhaps I have spoken only of Irene.

As one gets older, one discovers everything is going to be exactly the same with different hats on.

Nothing, of course, begins at the time you think it did.

He who lives to see two or three generations is like a man who sits some time in the conjurer's booth at a fair, and witnesses the performance twice or thrice in succession. The tricks were meant to be seen only once; and when they are no longer a novelty and cease to deceive, their effect is gone.

Illusion, Temperament, Succession, Surface, Surprise, Reality, Subjectiveness,--these are the threads on the loom of time, these are the lords of life.

Everything is illusory. You cannot label something and feel that that is the beginning, middle, and end of it.

Time is a wonderful storyteller.

Because everything up to now is a story and everything after now is a story.

Nobody ever lived in the past.

Le temps qui change les e" tres ne modifie pas l'image que nous avons garde e d'eux. Although time changes people, it cannot change the image we have already made of them.

Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

No mirror keeps its glances.