Sherman Alexie Quotes

The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.

There are more clocks than ever - clocks on computers, on cell phones, on televisions, on any screen available, telling time to the digital second - but they all seem to matter less.

We are comfortable with the fact that we cannot know personally what happened in the world before we were born, yet we are uncomfortable with the notion that we will stop engaging with time at some point in the future.

I'm more aware of time. The element of time.

Every white man seemed to have a great concern about time. We enjoyed time, they measured it…. Hours, minutes, and seconds were such small divisions of time that we never thought of them.

I didn't see the time, largely because there wasn't one.

I'm not a time person. A watch is not good for me.

You cannot see the past that did not happen any more than you can foresee the future.

For the majority of us, the past is a regret, the future an experiment

What Time Is It? You Mean Now?

'Haunted by the past' is a commonplace phrase because it's a commonplace experience. Even if one is not, strictly speaking, 'haunted', the past is perpetually with one in the present, and the longer it grows and the further it recedes the stronger its presence seems to become.

You have the illusion of free will, but, in fact, that illusion comes about because you don't know the future. Because you are a prisoner of the present, forever locked in transition, between the past and the future.

The future will soon be a thing of the past.

How much past there is in a life, however brief it be.

But the past is long, and the future is short.

Even people capable of living in the past don't really know what the future holds.

You can never know how your clock runs. But it does run - and always faster than you think.

The past stays on you the way powdered sugar stays on your fingers. Some people can get rid of it but it’s still there, the events and things that pushed you to where you are now.

All that we were has led us to where we are, but tells us little of where we’re going. Memories are a weight you can never shrug off.

Why do we remember the past, but not the future?

Looking back over sixty-odd years, life is like a piece of string with knots in it, the knots being those moments that live in the mind forever, and the intervals being hazy, half-recalled times when I have a fair idea of what was happenng, in a general way, but cannot be sure of dates or places or even the exact order in which events took place.

The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.

Everyone has to call 'time' at some stage.

The blind have no notion of time. The things of time are hidden from them too.

Time passes so slowly if you are unaware of it and so quickly if you are aware of it.