James Gleick Quotes

Time does not pass, it merely changes.

Time marks us while we are marking time.

We name time when we say: every thing has its time. This means: everything which actually is, every being comes and goes at the right time and remains for a time during the time allotted to it. Every thing has its time.

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

My ideas about time all developed from the realization that if nothing were to change we could not say that time passes. Change is primary, time, if it exists at all, is something we deduce from it.

Time stays, we go.

Time is still the great mystery to us. It is no more than a concept; we don't know if it even exists.

Time doesn't go. Time stays. We go.

It's always refreshing to step into another time.

Time passes irrevocably.

I confess, I do not believe in time.

Time is nature's way of keeping everything from happening at once.

There are things that I would say that you could call an instant of time; or better, a now. As we live we seem to move through a succession of instants of time, nows, and the question is, what are they? There are where everything in the universe is at this moment, now.

I have wondered about time all my life.

Poetry takes place in time. It is a durational. Things take place in sequence.

Is time our invention, or is time a real thing... I realize we're measuring it, but in the cosmic scheme of things, is there really time?

Time moves on for everyone.

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

Time is the product of changing realities, beings, existences.

Time only moves in one direction. Remember that. Things always change.

Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all.

Time flies apace-we would fain believe that everything flies forward with it.

Time is that in which all things pass away.

time never stops, but does it end? and how many livesbefore take-off, before we find ourselves beyond ourselves, all glam-glow, all twinkle and gold?

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