Paracelsus Quotes

Don't keep saying, "I don't know where the time goes." It goes the same place it's always gone and no one has ever known where that is.

Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change.

Time glides with undiscover'd haste; The future but a length behind the past.

Time flies apace-we would fain believe that everything flies forward with it.

How slow the shadow creeps: but when 'tis past How fast the shadows fall. How fast! How fast!

How very near us stand the two vast gulfs of time, the past and the future, in which all things disappear.

When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too—leave them behind. You don't yet know about the habit they have, of coming back. Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.

Every second that passes is like a door that opens to allow in what has not yet happened, what we call the future, but, to challenge the contradictory nature of what we have just said, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the future is just an immense void, that the future is just the time on which the eternal present feeds.

alas! there is no casting anchor in the stream of time!

The future you have, tomorrow, won't be the same future you had, yesterday.

And that's how things are. A day is like a whole life. You start out doing one thing, but end up doing something else, plan to run an errand, but never get there. . . . And at the end of your life, your whole existence has the same haphazard quality, too. Your whole life has the same shape as a single day.

What an unreliable thing is time--when I want it to fly, the hours stick to me like glue. And what a changeable thing, too. Time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. Or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. Time can be the pretty ribbon in a little girl's hair. Or the lines in your face, stealing your youthful colour and your hair. .... But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.

It is the first changes among familiar things that make such a mystery of time to the young; afterwards we lose the sense of the mysterious. I take changes in all I see as a matter of course. The instability of all human things is familiar to me, to you it is new and oppressive." (Mr. Bell)

To-day is always different from yesterday.

A year's a long time, but it also flickers past in no time at all.

In this world, only winter is certain

The most difficult thing to read is time. Maybe because it changes so many things.

There is no past or future. Using tenses to divide time is like making chalk marks on water.

Nothing is as far away as one minute ago.

I hate time. It never does what you want it to.

That's what time does: We stand stubbornly like rocks while it flows all around us, believing that we are immutable - and all the time we're being carved, and shaped, and whittled away.

The vision of time is broad, but when you pass through it, time becomes a narrow door.