Time exists in order that everything doesn’t happen all at once…and space exists so that it doesn’t all happen to you.
Die Zeit ist selbst ein Element. Time is itself an element.
Time is the horizontal dimension of life, the surface layer of reality. Then there is the vertical dimension of depth, accessible only through the portal of the present moment.
Time allows change to take place and the very evolution of the universe is what requires some conception of time. Mathematically can we write down a universe that doesn't have time? Sure. Do we think that would be realised in the larger reality that is out there? None of us take that possibility seriously.
Time is the sea in which men grow, are born, or die.
At the very core of what a comic is, time and space are kind of the same thing. When your reader moves her eyes across the page, she should be moving through time in your story.
Time, that most abstract of humanity's homes.
Time, the human dimension, which makes us everything we are.
The true content of a photograph is invisible, for it derives from a play, not with form, but with time.
The sexual act is in time what the tiger is in space.
Time is the inexplicable raw material of everything. With it, all is possible, without it nothing. The supply of time is truly a daily miracle, an affair genuinely astonishing when one examines it.
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.
What was time itself but the bloom, the sheath enfolding experience? Within time, and with time alone, there was life - the gleam, the quiver, the heartbeat, the immeasurable joy and anguish of being.
The anthropologist respects history, but he does not accord it a special value. He conceives it as a study complementary to his own: one of them unfurls the range of human societies in time, the other in space.
Imaginary time is a new dimension, at right angles to ordinary, real time.
Time is the explicable raw material of everything.
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.
History and memory share events; that is, they share time and space. Every moment is two moments.
Time is the product of changing realities, beings, existences.
I've been bothered about time generally and our tripartite division of time into past, present, and future. I think I know what the past is, and I think I know what future is, but I'm really not comfortable with the notion of present.
Since time itself is not movement, it must somehow have to do with movement.Time is initially encountered in those entities which are changeable, change is in time. How is time exhibited in this way of encountering it, namely, as that within which things change? Does it here give itself as itself in what it is? Can an axplacation of time starts here guarantee that time will thereby provide as it were the fundamental phenomena that determine it in its own being?
Capital creates space-time.
The longer a line, the more of the time element it contains. Distance is time whereas a surface is apprehended more in terms of the moment.
The old field of space, time, matter, and the senses is to be weeded, dug, and sown for a new crop. We may be tired of that old field: God is not.
There is a verse [in the Koran] that says God swears by time. Anything you gain in life, you pay for with your time. Time is the most important thing that has been given to man.
