#clocks

O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks, or make the sun forget his motion! ↗

— Ben Jonson

#clocks #engine #forget #his #keep

I once made love for an hour and fifteen minutes, but it was the night the clocks are set ahead. ↗

— Garry Shandling

#clocks #fifteen #fifteen minutes #hour #i

As a species, taking all in all, we are still too young, too juvenile, to be trusted. We have spread across the face of the earth in just a few thousand years, no time at all as evolution clocks time, covering all livable parts of the planet, endangering other forms of life, and now threatening ourselves. ↗

— Lewis Thomas

#clocks #covering #earth #endangering #evolution

The alarm in the morning? Well, I have an old tape of Carlo Maria Giulini conducting the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra in a perfectly transcendent version in Shubert's seventh symphony. And I've rigged it up so that at exactly 7:30 every morning it falls from the ceiling onto my face. ↗

— Stephen Fry

#carlo-maria-giulini #humor #mornings #music #schubert

I spend a lot of time saving time. I have a filing cabinet full of clocks and watches. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#humor #time #watches #humor

Calendars and clocks exist to measure time, but that signifies little because we all know that an hour can seem as eternity or pass in a flash, according to how we spend it. ↗

— Michael Ende

#because #calendars #clocks #eternity #exist

Historically, when we have better clocks, we have better navigation. ↗

— David J. Wineland

#clocks #historically #navigation

The time would not pass. Somebody was playing with the clocks, and not only the electronic clocks but the wind-up kind too. The second hand on my watch would twitch once, and a year would pass, and then it would twitch again. There was nothing I could do about it. As an Earthling I had to believe whatever clocks said -and calendars. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#human #life #slaughterhouse-five #time #life

Contrasts The windows of my poetry are wide open on the boulevards and in the shop windows Shine The precious stones of light Listen to the violins of the limousines and the xylophones of the linotypes The sketcher washes with the hand-towel of the sky All is color spots And the hats of the women passing by are comets in the conflagration of the evening Unity There's no more unity All the clocks now read midnight after being set back ten minutes There's no more time. There's no more money. In the Chamber They are spoiling the marvelous elements of raw material ("Contrasts") ↗

— Blaise Cendrars

#clocks #color #colors #light #money

Time is nature's way of preventing everything from happening at once. ↗

— Meredith Etherington-Smith

#nature