Time isn’t precious at all, because it is an illusion. What you perceive as precious is not time but the one point that is out of time: the Now. That is precious indeed. The more you are focused on time—past and future—the more you miss the Now, the most precious thing there is.
The past is a kind of future that has already happened.
PAST, n. That part of Eternity with some small fraction of which we have a slight and regrettable acquaintance... The Past is the Future of yesterday, the Future is the Past of to-morrow. They are one - the knowledge and the dream.
What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.
If the future and the past really exist, where are they?
The meeting of two eternities, the past and future....is precisely the present moment.
Time is an illusion. Time only exists when we think about the past and the future. Time doesn't exist in the present here and now.
For every minute, the future is becoming the past.
In a life which has meaning in it, past and future sustain each other.
As I get older, the present and the past shift and become the past and the future... A lot of it is a new awareness of time and life and the wheel of fortune crushing you and lifting you and crushing you and lifting you.
Everything is a railway junction where past and future are sliding over one another, not touching.
Past and future are two aspects of the same coin. The name of the coin is mind.
The mysterious path goes inward. It is in us, and not anywhere else, where the eternity of the worlds, the past and the future are found.
If life were a movie, physical reality would be the entire DVD: Future and past frames exist just as much as the present one.
I don't believe there's anything in life you can't go back and fix. The ancient Vedas - the oldest Hindu philosophy - and modern science agree that time is an illusion. If that's true, there's no such thing as a past or a future - it's all one huge now. So what you fix now affects the past and the future.
It's all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won't be over until tomorrow.
Here is the ghost Of a summer that lived for us, Ere is a promise Of summer to be.
How very near us stand the two vast gulfs of time, the past and the future, in which all things disappear.
The present gives you the opportunity to dive deep into the water of life, or to fly high into the sky of life. But on both the sides there are dangers - 'past' and ´future´ are the most dangerous words in human language.
We sail across dominions barely seen, washed by the swells of time. We plow through fields of magnetism. Past and future come together on thunderheads and our dead hearts live with lightning in the wounds of the Gods.
There's a bridge to tomorrow, There's a bridge to the past.
There's no present. There's only the immediate future and the recent past.
The present is big with the future, the future might be read in the past, the distant is expressed in the near.
Particle physicists may freeze a second, open it up, and explore its dappled contents like surgeons pawing through an abdomen, but in real life, when events occur within thousandths of a second, our minds cannot distinguish past from future.
Time glides with undiscover'd haste; The future but a length behind the past.
