William Faulkner Quotes

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

We think we’re in the present, but we aren't. The present we know is only a movie of the past.

Time has only a relative existence.

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.

I confess, I do not believe in time.

Time is not a line, but a series of now-points.

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.

Time is not an absolute reality but an aspect of our consciousness.

Time is an optical illusion- never quite as soild or strong as we think it is

Time does not always pass at the same speed. We are the ones who determine that speed.

Is that all time is - our perception of how quickly it does or does not pass?

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

But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.

Time is made up of various ages; and each thinks its own a novelty.

Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly happy when they don't notice whether it's passing quickly or slowly.

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

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.

These tenses-past, present and future-are not the tenses of time; they are tenses of the mind. That which is no longer before the mind becomes the past. That which is before the mind is the present. And that which is going to be before the mind is the future. Past is that which is no longer before you. Future is that which is not yet before you. And present is that which is before you and is slipping out of your sight. Soon it will be past.

Time is a funny thing. I was always puzzled with the way a single day could stretch itself out to the point of eternity in your mind, all while years melted down into the fraction of a second.

Alice: "How long is forever?" White Rabbit: "Sometimes, just one second."

Time can also be a place.... Everything depends on where you are standing, on where you look or what you hear. The measure of it is found in consciousness itself.

On the human imagination events produce the effects of time.

Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.

Time is bunk.