Nikos Kazantzakis Quotes

Time sometimes passes quite quickly.

The swiftness of time is infinite, as is still more evident when we look back on the past.

Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.

In the words of the old song, it's a long time from May to December but, you know, it's an equally long time from December to May.

But in the time it takes to say now, now is already over. It's already then.

My ideas about time all developed from the realization that if nothing were to change we could not say that time passes. Change is primary, time, if it exists at all, is something we deduce from it.

I grew up very strongly with this sense of time being circular: that it constantly returned upon itself.

For every minute, the future is becoming the past.

You know, if you hang around this earth long enough you really see how things come full circle.

Another thing that freaks me out is time. Time is like a book. You have a beginning, a middle and an end. It's just a cycle.

I think this is how life is. It's not a linear march through time; you revolve around the same old things as you age and acquire experiences.

I have been told that... time doesn't flow in a straight line in my films. It goes round in a circle. Sometimes people comment that the films remind them of Ozu. Maybe that's right. But in Japan, nobody comments on how time passes in my films. So perhaps that is a different way of thinking.

Time is the water in which we live, and we breathe it like fish. ... Time pours into us and then pours out again. In between the two pourings we live our destiny.

Time is a kind of river, an irresistible flood sweeping up men and events and carrying them headlong, one after the other, to the great sea of being.

That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly.

Time is liquid. One moment is no more important than any other and all moments quickly run away.

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.

One of the surprises of her unoccupied state was the discovery that time, when it is left to itself and no definite demands are made on it, cannot be trusted to move at any recognized pace

An empty frame, in which the picture is always changing, makes a statement about how time is always passing. It doesn't really stop, even in a single image. I t just feels that way.

We see which way the stream of time doth run.

In retirement, the passage of time seems accelerated. Nothing warns us of its flight. It is a wave which never murmurs, because there is no obstacle to its flow.

Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.

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.

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.