Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes

Digital time does not flow; it flicks. Like any binary, discrete decision, it is either here or there. In contrast to our experience of the passing of time, digital time is always in the now, or in no time. It is still. Poised.

Time destroys the speculation of men, but it confirms nature.

Time, whose tooth gnaws away everything else, is powerless against truth.

All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is.

Nothing is forever, but history is forever.

For eternally and always there is only now, one and the same now; the present is the only thing that has no end.

The past is always with us, for nothing that once was time can ever depart.

There is a kind of immortality in every garden.

The sea is the same as it has been since before men ever went on it in boats.

Remember, we are mortal, but poetry is not.

We know one another. This is the present. There is no past and no future. Here I am washing my hands, and the cracked mirror shows me to myself, suspended as it were, in time; this is me, this moment will not pass.

What nature creates has eternity in it.

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

Truth alone will endure, all the rest will be swept away before the tide of time.

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.

Everything vanishes, falls apart, doesn't it? Nature is always the same but nothing in her that appears to us lasts. Our art must render the thrill of her permanence, along with her elements, the appearance of all her changes. It must give us a taste of her Eternity.

We discover a new world every time we see the earth again after it has been covered for a season with snow.

Nothing lives long Only the earth and mountains

They'd been standing like that for thirty seconds of forever.

The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

Nothing lasts and yet nothing passes either, and nothing passes just because nothing lasts.

I prefer ugliness to beauty, because ugliness endures.

The heavens and earth stay as they were; my heart Beats as it beat: the truth remains the truth.