Time doesnât offer a refund. We donât get to try on the future the way we try on a bathing suit and then decide we donât like it once we see what it looks like in natural light.
Every time I see a baby my heart dances with joy and my mind appreciates her for taking us into the distant future.
Whatever the claims of memes to be regarded as replicators in the same sense as genes, the first part of this chapter established that individual organisms are not replicators.
The future crashing into the present like a wave.
Oysa geçmiĆ, uÄurladıÄımız bir misafir, gelecek ise henĂŒz tanımadıÄımız bir yabancıya benziyordu. Ä°kisi de bizden deÄildi. Bizden olmayanlar ise bizim dikkatimizi her zaman daha fazla çekmiĆlerdi.
âYou're stuck in the past,' sighed May, returning to his paper. 'I'm not, I'm just too busy catching up to deal with the present. I'll get to the present eventually.' He dug his knife back into the toaster. 'You mean you'll get to it at some time in the future.' 'Yes, when I've finished with the past. I want to know everything before I die, and I'm running out of time.' His knife slipped and catapulted breadcrumbs across the office.
The future of particle physics is not more particles. Instead, moments in time.
The future of particle physics is not more particles instead moments in time.
âȘâWe donât pay enough attention to our kids. Itâs all about money, chasing the dreams, but our kids are the dreams
Waves are everywhere in the existence of time, matters and beyond everything as well which is defined as an illusion. If we can convert it to energy traveling beyond thoughts possible. -TâNVâŹâŹÂź
Doubtless there is a desire in human beings to exist everywhere in space, but there seems to be a much stronger desire to exist everywhere in time, or at least in future time.
One of the most intriguing problems is to understand the precise nature of time, especially with regard to the big bang, the big crunch and the long-term future of an open universe.
Once there was. Once there wasn't. A long, long time ago, in a land not so faraway, when the sieve was inside the straw, the donkey was the town crier,and the camel was the barber ... when I was older than my father so that I rocked his cradle upon hearing his cry ... when the world was upside down and time was a cycle that turned around and around so that the future was older than the past and the past was as pristine as newly sowed fields ... Once there was. Once there wasn't. God's creatures were as plentiful as grains and talking too much was a sin, for you could tell what you shouldn't remember and you could remember what you shouldn't tell....
The whole future---I thought---will be that way, life lives together with the damp odor of the land of the dead, attention with inattention, passionate leaps of the heart along with abrupt losses of meaning.
Future can alter your past too, perhaps no wise man has told this before.
MOVING FORWARD is not always EASY or PLEASANT...But---TIME MARCHES ON---and WE HAVE NO CHOICE but to MARCH WITH IT---whether WE WANT TO OR NOT. TIME'S ONWARD MARCH is just another 'SPOKE' in the WHEEL OF LIFE.
Time passed, turning everything to ice. Under the ice, the future stirred. If you fell into it, you died. It was a time of waiting, of suspended action. I lived in the present, which was that part of the future you could see. The past floated above my head, like the sun and moon, visible but never reachable. It was a time governed by contradictions, as in I felt nothing and I was afraid.
I had made myself the most complicated and the most hopeless trap that ever a man devised.
the present is the merest flicker between the long long time past and the things that haven't yet happened but most assuredly will.
Time well spent adds to life well lived.
