‘Only time and tears take away grief; that is what they are for.’ (ISWM)
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... the past is a very big place... (ISWM)
People are often so busy living that they never stopped to wonder why. (ISWM)
'Time goes so quickly when you're dead.' (CJ)
Lancrastians liked clocks, although they didn't bother much about actual time in any length much shorter than an hour. If you needed to boil an egg, you sang fifteen verse of 'Where Had All The Custard Gone?' under your breath. But the tick was a comfort on long evenings. (CJ)
Forever didn’t seem to last as long these days as once it did. (WA)
So much for time flowing past, he thought glumly. It might do that everywhere else, but not here. Here it just piles up, like snow. (P)
That’s the thing about time-travel, you’ve got all the time in the world. (BOS)
Like most people, witches are unfocused in time. The difference is that they dimly realise it, and make use of it. They cherish the past because part of them is still living there, and they can see the shadows the future casts before it. (WS)
'It's wrong to think that the past is something that’s just gone. It’s still there. It’s just that you’ve gone past. If you drive through a town, it’s still there in the rear-view mirror. Time is a road, but it doesn’t roll up behind you. Things aren’t over
just because they’re past. Do you see that?' (JD) And then there were these ‘light years’. The Abbot had seen nearly fifteen years go past, and they had seemed quite heavy at the time – full of problems, swollen with responsibilities. Lighter ones would have been better. (Truck)
Cats make ideal time travellers because they can’t handle guns. This makes the major drawback of time travel– that you might accidentally shoot you own grandfather – very unlikely. (UC)
History gets named afterwards: The Age of Enlightenment, the Depression. Which is not to say that people sometimes aren’t depressed with all the enlightenment around them, or strangely elevated during otherwise grey times. Or periods are named after kings, as if the country was defined by whichever stony-faced cut-throat had schemed and knifed his way to the top, and as if people would say, ‘Hooray, the reign of the House of Chichester – a time of deep division along religious lines and continuing conflict with Belgium – is now at an end and we can look forward to the time of the House of Luton, a period of expansion and the growth of learning!' (TG)
Around her, historians climbed library ladders, fumbled books onto their lecterns and generally rebuilt the image of the past to suit the eyesight of today. (TOT)
... it’s the view of the more thoughtful historians, particularly those who have spent time in the same bar as the theoretical physicists, that the entirety of human history can be considered as a sort of blooper reel. All those wars, all those famines caused by malign stupidity, all that determined, mindless repetition of the same old errors, are in the great cosmic scheme of things only equivalent to Mr Spock’s ears falling off. (LC)
Making history, it turned out, was quite easy. It was what got written down. It was as simple as that. (J)
'Oh, my dear Vimes, history changes all the time. It is constantly being re-examined and re-evaluated, otherwise how would we be able to keep historians occupied? We can’t possibly allow people with their sort of minds to walk around with time on their hands.' (J)
The night is always old. He’d walked too often down dark streets in the secret hours and felt the night stretching away, and known in his blood that while days and kings and empires come and go, the night is always the same age, always aeons deep. (J)
I'll have to go, Angua thought as they strolled on down the street. Sooner or later he’ll see that it can’t really work out. Werewolves and humans…we’ve both got too much to lose. Sooner or later I’ll have to leave him.
But, for one day at a time, let it be tomorrow. (FC) ... summer isn’t a time. It’s a place as well. Summer is a moving creature and likes to go south for the winter. (FC)
The shortest unit of time in the multiverse is the New York Second, defined as the period of time between the traffic lights turning green and the cab behind you honking. (LL)
The universe doesn’t much care if you tread on a butterfly. There are plenty more butterflies. Gods might note the fall of a sparrow but they don’t make an effort to catch them.
Shoot the dictator and prevent the war? But the dictator is merely the tip of the whole festering boil of social pus from which dictators emerge; shoot one, and there’ll be another one along in a minute. Shoot him too? Why not shoot everyone and invade Poland? In fifty years’, thirty years’, ten years’time the world will be very nearly back on its old course. History always has a great weight of inertia. (LL) Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you. (SG)
... in the house of Death there is no time but the present. (There was, of course, a present before the present now, but that was also the present. It was just an older one). (RM)
The even harder part was getting the café owner to accept a coin bearing the head of someone whose great-great-great grandfather wasn’t born yet. Fortunately, Rincewind was able to persuade the man that the future was another
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