David Russell Quotes

There's no present. There's only the immediate future and the recent past.

The now, the here, through which all future plunges into the past.

Yesterday's the past, tomorrow's the future, but today is a gift. That's why it's called the present.

Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be.

The present hardly exists, after all-it becomes the past even as it happens. A tricky medium, time - and central to the concerns of fiction.

The problem with the future is that it keeps turning into the present.

While your past can inform you and your future can inspire you, the moment of choice exists in the here and now.

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.

Life holds one great but quite commonplace mystery. Though shared by each of us and known to all, seldom rates a second thought. That mystery, which most of us take for granted and never think twice about, is time.

The past is a ghost, the future a dream, and all we ever have is now.

People have reflected on the quality of time ever since they've been writing. I suppose I have thought about and written about the question of living in the present - but it only lasts for an instant, and then everything becomes the past. The future, you know nothing about, except for some anticipations you have.

The present will not long endure.

I have wondered about time all my life.

Did you know that today will never be tomorrow.

I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.

Today is a most unusual day, because we have never lived it before; we will never live it again; it is the only day we have.

The present moment dies every moment to become the past , is reborn every moment into the future. All experience is now. Now never ends.

Forever is made up of nows.

Remember that man lives only in the present, in this fleeting instant; all the rest of his life is either past and gone, or not yet revealed.

We can see well into the past; we can guess shrewdly into the future, but that which is rolled up and muffled in impenetrable folds is today.

Time is that in which all things pass away.

Well, the past is gone, I know that. The future isn't here yet, whatever it's going to be. So, all there is, is this. The present. That's it.

The past cannot remember the past. The future can't generate the future. The cutting edge of the instant right here and now is always nothing less than the totality of everything there is.

Time sneaks up on you like a windshield on a bug.

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come Again in this identical guise.