If time travel were possible, you still wouldn't be able to change the past - it's already happened!
I think history is just so cyclical.
Everything that ever has been always will be, and everything that ever will be always has been.
Yesterday, today was tomorrow. And tomorrow, today will be yesterday.
All of this has happened before, and it will all happen again.
There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward-toward what?
Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun
Don't Time travel into the past. You can't change it. Today it starts all over again. Every tomorrow is determined by every day.
The idea of eternal return is a mysterious one, and Nietzsche has often perplexed other philosophers with it: to think that everything recurs as we once experienced it, and that the recurrence itself recurs ad infinitum! What does this mad myth signify?
I did this movie, Predestination, and it's one of my favorite movies I've ever made, because sci-fi really lets you talk about ideas in a way that's not pretentious.
In my end is my beginning - that's what people are always saying. But what does it mean?
I’ve been here before, dreaming myself backwards, among grappling hooks of light. True to the seasons, I’ve lived every word spoken. Did I walk into someone’s nightmare?
Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, everything that will be has been.
The end is in the beginning and lies far ahead.
I go back so far I'm in front of me.
I would do those 2 years over and over again for the rest of my life
There doesn't seem to be any tomorrow. Every time I wake up, no matter in what position, it's always been today.
I just always thought 'Groundhog Day' was potentially a great idea.
'Happy Death Day' had so many things that, at the time, we were like, Oh no, no, no, no! that ended up being brilliant, so I knew it was special to me.
Time overlaps itself. A breath breathed from a passing breeze is not the whole wind, neither is it just the last of what has passed and the first of what will come, but is more--let me see--more like a single point plucked on a single strand of a vast spider web of winds, setting the whole scene atingle. That way; it overlaps ... as prehistoric ferns grow from bathtub planters.
Once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.
Things That Don't Matter When You've Lived the Same Day Six Times and Died on at Least Two of Them: Lunch meats and their relative coolness.
I called my family, saying, 'Guess what? I got a new show. It's about a cop who travels in time.' And they said, 'I think we've seen that one.'
The present is the past biting into the future.
