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Timing: The alpha and omega of aerialists, jugglers, actors, diplomats, publicists, generals, prizefighters, revolutionists, financiers, dictators, lovers.
The days, months, and years eventually reveal, like a Polaroid, a clear picture of how significant events and decisions ultimately shape our lives.
History is man's best guess as to what the past would look like if everything had happened in chronological order.
History often has a difficult time catching up to the events it records.
Like students of art who walk around a great statue, seeing parts and aspects of it from each position, but never the whole, we must walk mentally around time, using a variety of approaches, a pandemonium of metaphor.
I had not expected 'A Brief History of Time' to be a best seller. It was my first popular book and aroused a great deal of interest. Initially, many people found it difficult to understand. I therefore decided to try to write a new version that would be easier to follow.
Time and times are but cogwheels, unmatched, grinding on oblivious to one another. Occasionally - oh, very rarely! - the cogs fit; the pieces of the plot snap together momentarily and give men faint glimpses beyond the veil of this everyday blindness we call reality.
A milestone is less date and more definition.
Time is like an enterprising manager always bent on staging some new and surprising production, without knowing very well what it will be.
Time goes from present to past.
Each person's life is dominated by a central event, which shapes and distorts everything that comes after it and, in retrospect, everything that came before.
Time is a wonderful storyteller.
Sometimes that's a year, sometimes it's 18 months, where all I'm doing is taking notes. I'm reconstructing the story from the back to the front so that I know where the front is.
Life is in time; seconds, minutes and hours
Every story is a ride to some place and time other than here and now. Buried in an armchair, reclined on a couch, prostrate on your bed, or glued to your desk, you can go places and travel through time.
I am strongly of the opinion that chronology is very important. The great arc of time is what children are wired for.
Events often move faster than our ability to comprehend them.
And now the sequence of events in no particular order.
Where to start is the problem, because nothing begins when it begins and nothing's over when it's over, and everything needs a preface: a preface, a postscript, a chart of simultaneous events.
When I look at my life there are these streams, these things that have continuity from the fifties to now.
Great events are the hour-hands of time, while small events mark the minutes.
Time is not so all-erasing as we think.
Our histories plan our futures.
Time is a strange storyteller. It writes, erases and rewrites endlessly. Things change, places and people become unrecognizable, but stories are repeated endlessly
Events are only the shells of ideas; and often it is the fluent thought of ages that is crystallized in a moment by the stroke of a pen or the point of a bayonet.
I'm 14 years in the game, ... There's some kids that weren't even born when my first album came out. I wanted to draw a timeline between my old stuff and my new stuff and bridge it to where there's a level of continuity.
Years were passing through the spaces between moments.
Events in the past maybe roughly divided into those which and probably never happened and those which do not matter.
Nearly every notable event in 'Wake' has a date or a time stamp.
We live like latecomers at the theatre; we must catch up as best we can, dividing the beginning from the shape of later events.
History is rooted in the future
My readers think that I write for the day because my writings are based on the day. So I shall have to wait until my writings are obsolete. Then they may acquire timeliness.
I mentioned that one of the tripartite formulas in American worldview involves time: past, present, and future.
Making sure that the geography and timelines work is always the hardest part of writing. But you owe it to the readers to get it right!
In photography there is no meantime. There was just that moment and now there's this moment and in between there is nothing. Photography, in a way, is the negation of chronology.
Physicists now say there is no such thing as time: everything co-exists. Chronology is entirely artificial and essentially determined by emotion. Contiguity suggests layers of things, the past and present somehow coalescing or co-existing.
Life may unfold chronologically for the body and for bureaucracies that keep track of such things as births, marriages, deaths, visas, tax returns, expulsions, and identity cards, but memory does not play this game in quite the same way, always manages to confound the desire for tidiness.
Our lives are structured by our memories of events. Event X happened just before the big Paris vacation. I was doing Y in the first summer after I learned to drive. Z happened the weekend after I landed my first job. We remember events by positioning them in time relative to other events.
I keep an elaborate calendar for my characters detailing on which dates everything happens. I'm constantly revising this as I go along. It gives me the freedom to intricately plot my story, knowing it will at least hold up on a timeline.
History has spurts and then is steady, and then maybe even backing up a step, and then forward again.
History and memory share events; that is, they share time and space. Every moment is two moments.
'The Pushcart War' is presented as a history of a conflict that has not yet taken place; in each edition of the book, the date on which the hostilities commenced is nudged forward.
By sight and observation and thought, with the help of the camera, and the addition of the date of the year, we can hold fast the history of the world.
In this world, the spots where the present seems to overlap the past are the most important. These are the points when one becomes aware that the direction of the world can change.
Expositions are the timekeepers of progress.
History isn't about dates and places and wars. It's about the people who fill the spaces between them.
History may be divided into three movements: what moves rapidly, what moves slowly and what appears not to move at all.
The past, the present and the future are really one: they are today.
A story is time itself, boxed and compressed.
Bound as our lives are to the tyranny of time, it is through what we know of history that we are delivered from our bonds and escape - into time.
The supremacy of expediency is being refuted by time and truth. Time is an essential dimension of existence defiant of man's power, and truth reigns in supreme majesty, unrivaled, inimitable, and can never be defeated.
Time is the nervous system of narration, whether factual or fictive. If it gets confused some of the minutiae of human nature are certain not to work, not to glow, not to strike home.
Wait a minute! Wait a minute! I figured this out.
I know what's wrong with what we've done in Iraq.
We've been following time as it goes forward.
What a classic mistake. Linear time is so pre-9-11.
Although the world places a premium on the latest things, some realities are discovered by looking into the past.
Actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year.
The big picture doesn't just come from distance; it also comes from time.
The event of history is hidden in time.
No matter how long you waited, no matter how hard you wished, no matter how much you missed the past, time marched forward.
Life is an eternal instant.
Chronological time does not exist.
That time when past begins to look longer than the future
History, rather than following a predictable path from the past to the present, is like a meander: a twisting and turning stream shaped over time by a combination of obvious and imperceptible forces.
No matter how carefully records are kept and filed and computerized, they grow fuzzy with time. Stories grow by accretion. Tales accumulate
like dust. The longer the time lapse, the dustier the history
until it degenerates into fables.
STUDYING TIME MACHINES IN FLATLAND
Just like a movie, our lives are simply a series of individual moments, snapshots in time.
History works on a long time scale, and at any given moment we can perceive its directions but imperfectly.
At one end of the continuum known as history are first-time events that have generated notable measures of public recognition due to either a positive or negative impact ...
Much of the study of history is a matter of comparison, of relating what was happening in one area to what was happening elsewhere, and what had happened in the past. To view a period in isolation is to miss whatever message it has to offer.
History (that list
of ballooning wishes, flukes,
bent times, plunges and mistakes
clutched like parachutes)
is rolling itself up in your head
at one end unrolling at the other.
First comes the day, then the seconds of the event, then the days which become weeks, then the months, then the years.
You need one of those recap sequences," Trey says. "Like, 'Hi, I'm Kate. Here are a few things you might need to know.'"
Charlayne smiles. "Previously on The Vampire Diaries."
"Or," Ben says, "' The Timeline So Far,' like on Supernatural.
The past rolls forward to touch the present hour.
Today, we don't talk about history. The past is two weeks ago, and the future is two weeks after.
Fiction that responds to recent world events is a hostage to fortune, because all momentous events look very different a year, two years, three years later.
The speed of change today is faster than the human psyche seems able to handle, and it's increasingly difficult to reconcile the rhythms of our personal lives with the rapidity of a twenty-four-hour news cycle.
Time is the chronological breakdown of life
Histories never conclude; they just pause their prose. Their stories are, if they are truthful, untidy affairs, resistant to windings-up and sortings-out. They beat raggedly on into the future ...
Today's Europeans and Americans who reached the age of awareness after midcentury when the communications revolution lead to expectations of instantanaiy are exasperated by the slow toils of history. They assume that the thunderclap of cause will be swiftly followed by the lightening bolt of effect.
Temporality temporalizes as a future which makes present in the process of having been.
History is but a kind of Newgate calendar, a register of the crimes and miseries that man has inflicted on his fellow-man.
The future comes slowly, the present flies and the past stands still forever.
We can see well into the past; we can guess shrewdly into the future, but that which is rolled up and muffled in impenetrable folds is today.
Whenever I attempt to frame a simple idea of time, abstracted from the succession of ideas in my mind, which flows uniformly, and is participated by all beings, I am lost and embrangled in inextricable difficulties.
History is made not simply with events, but by remembering those events, a double drumbeat like a heartbeat. History can be written not only with books but with ceremonies. Yet a real event read about in a newspaper is not always more important than a fictional one in a novel or play or poem.
Time does not give one much leeway: it thrusts us forward from behind, blows us through the narrow tunnel of the present into the future. But space is broad, teeming with possibilities, positions, intersections, passages, detours, U-turns, dead-ends, one-way streets. Too many possibilities, indeed.
History is a facsimile of events held together by finally biographical information.
Time unravels what happens within time.
Every painting I do blends time frames. The great thing about being an artist is I can make the past join the present in some reality of the future.
We live in time, it bounds us and defines us, and time is supposed to measure history, isn't it? But if we can't understand time, can't grasp its mysteries of pace and progress, what chance do we have with history
even our own small, personal, largely undocumented piece of it?
Just before I'd moved to New York, two historic events had occurred: The birth control pill had been invented, and the first Julia Child cookbook was published. As a result, everyone was having sex, and when the sex was over, you cooked something.
You and I move through time like a flame on a string. The ashes behind are the past, consumed, unreachable. The string ahead is the future. But the only moment we inhabit, the only moment where we can act, is the present, the point where the flame burns, the point where time touches eternity.
The past is set down in a thousand thousand indelible scrolls. But the future is a blank parchment forever in wait of a present.
Our minds simply don't function in some sort of narrative chronology. I think that one of the great gifts of writing fiction is being able to think about that.
We live in biological time, and we have beginnings, middles, and ends.
Why we do what we do: that moment when you get to see the future on your computer screen before the rest of the world.
A historical event represents the best and the worst of that moment.
Time past and time future
what might have been and what has been
point to one end, which is always present.
Schools are launching pads, launching our kids into their futures. Unfortunately, a lot of what we teach now looks identical to what we taught 40, 50, or 60 years ago. There's a need for both timeless curriculum content and timely content. What seems to be falling by the wayside is timely content.
Today's news is tomorrow's history.
I am really interested in the way we relate to time. In particular, the way readers and writers talk to each other. Casting your voice out into the future is very beautiful to me.
History is a wave that moves through time slightly faster than we do.