Subjective Time Quotes

Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly happy when they don't notice whether it's passing quickly or slowly.

Alice: "How long is forever?" White Rabbit: "Sometimes, just one second."

Some people can stay longer in an hour than others can in a week.

The mind exists in time, in fact the mind is time; it exists in the past and the future. And remember, time consists of only two tenses, the past and the future. The present is not part of time, the present is part of eternity.

Life, an age to the miserable, and a moment to the happy.

Time flows in a strange way on Sundays.

Four years ago... no, it was yesterday.

Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that is how relative time is.

Time is an optical illusion- never quite as soild or strong as we think it is

The slowness of time, for a man who knows nothing will happen, is brutal.

Time is a person-made concept.

Time isn't precious at all, because it is an illusion.

Time does not always pass at the same speed. We are the ones who determine that speed.

Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.

Our subjective experience of time is highly variable. We all know that days can pass like weeks and months can feel like years, and that the opposite can be just as true: A month or year can zoom by in what feels like no time at all.

In your head, a sunset can go on for days

Time is important to me now, I tell myself.Not that it should pass quickly or slowly, but only be time, be something I live inside and fill with physical things and activities that I can divide it up by. so that it grows distict to me and does not vanish when I am not looking.

Time is but the space between our memories; as soon as we cease to perceive this space, time has disappeared.

Our thoughts are epochs in our lives; all else is but as a journal of the winds that blow while we are here.

Decades have a delusive edge to them. They are not, of course, really periods at all, except as any other ten years may be. But we, looking at them, are caught by the different name each bears, and give them different attributes, and tie labels on them, as if they were flowers in a border.

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.

Time is a strange thing. It is a whimsical tyrant, which in every century has a different face for all that one says and does.

These tenses-past, present and future-are not the tenses of time; they are tenses of the mind. That which is no longer before the mind becomes the past. That which is before the mind is the present. And that which is going to be before the mind is the future. Past is that which is no longer before you. Future is that which is not yet before you. And present is that which is before you and is slipping out of your sight. Soon it will be past.

But nothing warps time quite like childhood

Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.