Jonathan Safran Foer Quotes

Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.

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

But where are the snows of yester year?

A hundredth of a second here, a hundredth of a second there - even if you put them end to end, they still only add up to one, two, perhaps three seconds, snatched from eternity.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

Robert, you are just a transient. I have seen them come and I have seen them go and I’ll be here long after you have gone.

Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.

How those fires burned that are no longer, how the weather worsened, how the shadow of the seagull vanished without a trace. Was it the end of a season, the end of a life? Was it so long ago it seems it might never have been? What is it in us that lives in the past and longs for the future, or lives in the future and longs for the past? (from "No Words Can Describe It")

I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered. You might as well try and catch time by the tail.

Six years-six little years-six drops of time.

Life is just a moment of time and it pass by

Nothing is as far away as one minute ago.

Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?

Time will pass and seasons will come and go.

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

In the sense that writing is to retrieve the past and stop the passing of time, all writing is about loss. It's not nostalgia in the sense of yearning to bring back the past, but recognition of the erosion of things as you live.

Celebrity was a long time in coming; it will go away. Everything goes away.

For every minute, the future is becoming the past.

Today's news, which may be yesterday's anyway, will be eclipsed tomorrow.

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be.

A golf course is the epitome of all that is purely transitory in the universe; a space not to dwell in, but to get over as quickly as possible.

Time is not kind to everything.