Martin Heidegger Quotes

Ask what Time is, it is nothing else but something of eternal duration become finite, measurable and transitory.

Among so many things, 'Time Passes' has shown me subversive ways of portraying time, of looking away from the human to the far more terrifying, far more immense texture of time beneath the minute span of a human life.

For every minute, the future is becoming the past.

Time means nothing to me.

And what's fascinating in The Ten Thousand Things is that although there's time, an inexorable time of the three generations of lives, actively present, but place is the time, time doesn't really have to do with simply the human experience of it.

That which is not, shall never be; that which is, shall never cease to be. To the wise, these truths are self-evident.

I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.

We are seeing, then, that our experience is altogether momentary. From one point of view, each moment is so elusive and so brief that we cannot even think about it before it has gone. From another point of view, this moment is always here, since we know no other moment than the present moment. It is always dying, always becoming past more rapidly than imagination can conceive. Yet at the same time it is always being born, always new, emerging just as rapidly from that complete unknown we call the future. Thinking about it almost makes you breathless.

I only know that it was, and ceased to be; and that I have written, and there I leave it.

It's all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won't be over until tomorrow.

In the end, today is forever, yesterday is still today, and tomorrow is already today.

Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.

that which is eternal within the moment only becomes shallow if spread out in time.

-tomorrow is our permanent address and there they’ll scarcely find us(if they do, we’ll move away still further:into now

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.

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.

Oh, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us!

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

Continuously thou wilt look at human things as smoke and nothing at all; especially if thou reflectest at the same time, that what has once changed will never exist again in the infinite duration of time. But thou, in what a brief space of time is thy existence? And why art thou not content to pass through this short time in an orderly way?

Time present and time past / are both perhaps present in time future.

Forever - is composed of Nows - 'Tis not a different time... Let Months dissolve in further Months - And Years - exhale in Years.

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

The river where you set your foot just now is gone-those waters give way to this, now this.

There is only this now. It does not come from anywhere; it is not going anywhere. It is not permanent, but it is not impermanent. Though moving, it is always still. When we try to catch it, it seems to run away, and yet it is always here and there is no escape from it. And when we turn around to find the self which knows this moment, we find that it has vanished like the past.

Time itself flows on with constant motion, just like a river: for no more than a river can the fleeting hour stand still. As wave is driven on by wave, and, itself pursued, pursues the one before, so the moments of time at once flee and follow, and are ever new.