Martin Heidegger Quotes

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

Time stays, we go.

Reflect often upon the rapidity with which all existing things, or things coming into existence, sweep past us and are carried away.

Everything we feel is made of Time. All the beauties of life are shaped by it.

Time takes all and gives all.

We say that time passes, time goes by, and time flows. Those are metaphors. We also think of time as a medium in which we exist.

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

Time marks us while we are marking time.

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

It ends all things: birds, trees, flowers, mountain tops, and business; it grinds stones to sand, and as terrible as it is, and it's the most beautiful thing we have in our lives - time.

Time moves on for everyone.

A dance to the music of time.

This was what it meant to be human, to know that time moved and all things changed.

O Time! Time! how it brings forth and devours! And the roaring flood of existence rushes on forever similar, forever changing!

We tried not to age, but time had its rage.

We have this time to meet and do something, or just be together, and then we lose it and move to another kind of time, another kind of being, I guess. Those left behind must mourn, remember, and live on as we know.

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

Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.

I have always been very obsessed with time. Time's passage makes us all very vulnerable and because we all experience it in our own way, it can make us feel very alone.

Everything that rises sets, and everything that grows, grows old.

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.

Time is the fire in which we burn.

The faster you go, the shorter you are.

It is useless to contend with the irresistible power of Time, which goes on continually creating by a process of constant destruction.

When you really deep down look at it, we go to bed every night, get up every morning, stay here for 70 or 80 years, and then we die.