Jorge Luis Borges Quotes

You can't measure time by days, the way you measure money by dollars and cents, because dollars are all the same while every day is different and maybe every hour as well.

Time is a fluid condition which has no existence except in the momentary avatars of individual people. There is no such thing as was - only is.

Time has its own dimensions, and neither the sun nor the clock can encompass them all.

Time is bunk.

Our subjective experience of time is highly variable. We all know that days can pass like weeks and months can feel like years, and that the opposite can be just as true: A month or year can zoom by in what feels like no time at all.

Calendars and clocks exist to measure time, but that signifies little because we all know that an hour can seem as eternity or pass in a flash, according to how we spend it.

Time sometimes passes quite quickly.

Time isn't precious at all, because it is an illusion.

There is a balance, a kind of standoff between the time continuum and the human entity, our frail bundle of soma and psyche. We eventually succumb to time, it's true, but time depends on us. We carry it in our muscles and genes, pass it on to the next set of time-factoring creatures, our brown-eyed daughters and jug-eared sons, or how would the world keep going. Never mind the time theorists, the cesium devices that measure the life and death of the smallest silvery trillionth of a second.... We were the only crucial clocks, our minds and bodies, way stations for the distribution of time.

That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly.

Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.

Time is but the space between our memories; as soon as we cease to perceive this space, time has disappeared.

Life would go out in a 'fraction of a second' (that was the phrase), but all night he had been realizing that time depends on clocks and the passage of light. There were no clocks and the light wouldn't change. Nobody really knew how long a second of pain could be. It might last a whole purgatory--or for ever.

Decades have a delusive edge to them. They are not, of course, really periods at all, except as any other ten years may be. But we, looking at them, are caught by the different name each bears, and give them different attributes, and tie labels on them, as if they were flowers in a border.

(I measure time by how a body sways.)

all conscious thought is a process in time; so that to think consciously about Time is like trying to use a foot-rule to measure its own length.

The way we metabolize our experience of time influences our biological clock.

Geological time is not money.

Time is measured by the quality and not the quanity of sensations it contains.

A minute goes by so fearfully quick. You might as well try to stop a Bandersnatch!

All time is is how much change you can pack into a second.

Time is a strange thing. It is a whimsical tyrant, which in every century has a different face for all that one says and does.

A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different moments, depending on who was seeing things and how.

Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.