Henri Frederic Amiel Quotes

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

Time is not a road - it is a room.

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

Time is born in the eyes, everybody knows that.

Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystalize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation, one glance, one hurt, and one hurt can be shattered and sprinkled over a thousand days. It is silent and elusive, refusing to be damned and dripped out day by day; it swirls through the mind while an entire lifetime can ride like foam on the deceptive, transparent waves and get sprayed onto the conciousness at ragged, unexpected intervals.

What business does memory have with time?

Time, to the nation as to the individual, is nothing absolute; its duration depends on the rate of thought and feeling.

Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that is how relative time is.

The mind exists in time, in fact the mind is time; it exists in the past and the future. And remember, time consists of only two tenses, the past and the future. The present is not part of time, the present is part of eternity.

Time narrows or expands according to how we approach it. It varies with a man’s breadth, with his heart.

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.

To live (as I understand it) is to exist within a conception of time. But to remember is to vacate the very notion of time. Every memory, no matter how remote its subject, takes place 'Now,' at the moment it's called to the mind. The more something is recalled, the more the brain has a chance to refine the original experience. Because every memory is a re-creation, not a playback.

Space and time are "sensed" not seen. They are created in consciousness which is spaceless and timeless.

Time is just memory Mixed in with Desire.

Time's arrow, we are told, is a one-way thing. . . Memory's arrow, like the needle of a compass too close to a lodestone, spins in all directions.

what was time but a convention, a habit of mind, a custom of dress?

Men wrongly lament the flight of time, blaming it for being too swift; they do not perceive that its passage is sufficiently long, but a good memory, which nature has given to us, causes things long past to seem present.

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 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.

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. 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 is life itself, and life resides in the human heart.

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.

Space and time are not objects of perception, but qualities of awareness

Time is the element that controls the consciousness, the very being of the people.