Kurt Vonnegut Quotes

Eternity ceased gradually to serve as the measure and focus of human actions.

One must console oneself with the thought that time has a sieve through which most of these important things run into the ocean of oblivion and what remains after this selection is often still trite and bad.

We have been conditioned to see the passing of time as an adversary.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.

Time flies never to be recalled.

Time itself comes in drops.

All we really have when we pretend to write about the future is the moment in which we are writing. That's why every imagined future obsoletes like an ice cream melting on the way back from the corner store.

Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.

Tomorrow doesn't really exist.

Time is long but life is short.

Everything changes. The more I try to hold on to the moment, the more it slips through my fingers.

In this flowing stream, then, on which there is no abiding, what is there of the things which hurry by on which a man would set a high price? It would be just as if a man should fall in love with one of the sparrows which fly by, but it has already passed out of sight.

If I could, I would stop the passage of time. But hour follows on hour, minute on minute, each second robbing me of a morsel of myself for the nothing of tomorrow. I shall never experience this moment again.

Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.

Today, tomorrow," she said. "A day is nothing. A day is just a match you strike after the ten thousand matches before it have gone out.

All things fade and quickly turn to myth.

Everything is temporary if you give it enough time.

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.

Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.

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

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.

What came is gone forever every time

The present, like a note in music, is nothing but as it appertains to what is past and what is to come.