Rose Wilder Lane Quotes

I'm living in the present, thinking about the past, hoping for the future.

If we examine our thoughts, we shall find them always occupied with the past and the future.

If we pay no attention to it, time does not exist.

If there were nothing but thought in you, you wouldn't even know you are thinking. You would be like a dreamer who doesn't know he is dreaming. When you know you are dreaming, you are awake within the dream.

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

The present is burdened too much with the past. We have not time, in our earthly existence, to appreciate what is warm with life, and immediately around us.

Time and space are just projections of your consciousness.

There is neither past nor future. There is only the present. Yesterday was the present to you when you experienced it, and tomorrow will be also the present when you experience it. Therefore, experience takes place only in the present, and beyond experience nothing exists.

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.

The physical body is conceived and constructed in consciousness as are time and space. All happens within our self.

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

There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened.

Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves.

Every moment is an experience.

The present hardly exists, after all-it becomes the past even as it happens. A tricky medium, time - and central to the concerns of fiction.

People have reflected on the quality of time ever since they've been writing. I suppose I have thought about and written about the question of living in the present - but it only lasts for an instant, and then everything becomes the past. The future, you know nothing about, except for some anticipations you have.

I have wondered about time all my life.

We must look a long time before we can see.

I think memory is essential to what we are. If we - we wouldn't be able to talk to each other without memory. And what we think of as the present really is the past. It is made out of the past.

So often, we don't realize that the very moments in which we live become our history, our story.

In reality there is nothing to fear in the present. Fear is projected onto the present by memory.

It's all real and it's all illusory: that's Awareness!

All you really have... is now.

And your own life while it's happening to you never has any atmosphere until it's a memory.

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.