Clock Quotes

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Haruki Murakami
“Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.”
Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

Erin Morgenstern
“The finished clock is resplendent. At first glance it is simply a clock, a rather large black clock with a white face and a silver pendulum. Well crafted, obviously, with intricately carved woodwork edges and a perfectly painted face, but just a clock.
But that is before it is wound. Before it begins to tick, the pendulum swinging steadily and evenly. Then, then it becomes something else.
The changes are slow. First, the color changes in the face, shifts from white to grey, and then there are clouds that float across it, disappearing when they reach the opposite side.
Meanwhile, bits of the body of the clock expand and contract, like pieces of a puzzle. As though the clock is falling apart, slowly and gracefully.
All of this takes hours.
The face of the clock becomes a darker grey, and then black, with twinkling stars where numbers had been previously. The body of the clock, which has been methodically turning itself inside out and expanding, is now entirely subtle shades of white and grey. And it is not just pieces, it is figures and objects, perfectly carved flowers and planets and tiny books with actual paper pages that turn. There is a silver dragon that curls around part of the now visible clockwork, a tiny princess in a carved tower who paces in distress, awaiting an absent prince. Teapots that pour into teacups and minuscule curls of steam that rise from them as the seconds tick. Wrapped presents open. Small cats chase small dogs. An entire game of chess is played.
At the center, where a cuckoo bird would live in a more traditional timepiece, is the juggler. Dress in harlequin style with a grey mask, he juggles shiny silver balls that correspond to each hour. As the clock chimes, another ball joins the rest until at midnight he juggles twelve balls in a complex pattern.
After midnight, the clock begins once more to fold in upon itself. The face lightens and the cloud returns. The number of juggled balls decreases until the juggler himself vanishes.
By noon it is a clock again, and no longer a dream.”
Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

“THE FOUR HEAVENLY FOUNTAINS


Laugh, I tell you
And you will turn back
The hands of time.

Smile, I tell you
And you will reflect
The face of the divine.

Sing, I tell you
And all the angels will sing with you!

Cry, I tell you
And the reflections found in your pool of tears -
Will remind you of the lessons of today and yesterday
To guide you through the fears of tomorrow.”
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Emilie Autumn
“Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?”
Emilie Autumn

“If we learn to listen to the others and try to capture the soul of their language, and can scent the fragrance of the words we hear, we can be transported to a nirvana of deep understanding, without being overwhelmed by the reality of the clock. ("Watching the flight of time")”
Erik Pevernagie

“Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33)”
Tim Willocks, The Religion

“As we are whiling away days of idleness, time may flow rashly through the screen of our thoughts and veil the relevance of individual fragments in our story. The clock of reality can arrest us, though, and compel us to confront the demands of the truth. ("Non mais, t'as vu l'heure !")”
Erik Pevernagie

Anthony Kiedis
“I was like a clock that had exploded- my springs were hanging out, my hands were cockeyed, and my numbers were falling off.”
Anthony Kiedis, Scar Tissue

Sadie Jones
“There was a sudden stillness like the gap between ticks on a clock, but the next tick never coming.”
Sadie Jones, The Outcast

Serj Tankian
“Day is just a collection of hours.”
Serj Tankian

“Again time elapsed.”
Carolyn Keene, The Secret of the Old Clock

William Shakespeare
“When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.”
William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets

John Fowles
“Time in itself, absolutely, does not exist; it is always relative to some observer or some object. Without a clock I say 'I do not know the time' . Without matter time itself is unknowable. Time is a function of matter; and matter therefore is the clock that makes infinity real.”
John Fowles, Áristos

Ray Bradbury
“Montag shook his head. He looked at a blank wall. The girl's face was there, really quite beautiful in memory: astonishing, in fact. She had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock seen faintly in a dark room in the middle of a night when you waken to see the time and see the clock telling you the hour and the minute and the second, with a white silence and a glowing, all certainty and knowing what it had to tell of the night passing swiftly on toward further darknesses, but moving also toward a new sun.”
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Jacques Vaché
“You know the horrible life of the alarm clock – it’s a monster that has always appalled me because of the number of things its eyes project, and the way that good fellow stares at me when I enter a room.”
Jacques Vache
tags: clock, time

Ruth Ozeki
“Forget the clock. It has no power over time.”
Ruth Ozeki, A Tale for the Time Being

Erna Grcic
“You can hear it in the midst of the night
While your gaze roams the vast plains on the ceiling”
Erna Grcic, Beneath the Surface

“A story conducted by the time of a clock and calendars alone would be a story not of human beings but of mechanical toys.”
Mary Lascelles, Jane Austen And Her Art

“We progress a step farther, in each tick of the clock”
Ronnie Cornelisz

Nitya Prakash
“Depression is watching the stopped clock every day but never having courage to fix it.”
Nitya Prakash

Viet Thanh Nguyen
“I had never seen this type of clock, carved from hardwood into the shape of our homeland (...) Some craftsman in exile had understood that this was exactly the timepiece his countrymen desired. We were displaced persons, but it was time more than space that defined us. While the distance to return to our lost country was far but finite, the number of years it would take to close that distance was potentially infinite. Thus, for displaced people, the first question was always about time: When can I return?

Refugee, exile, immigrant — whatever species of displaced human we were, we did not simply live in two cultures, as celebrants of the great American melting pot imagined. Displaced people also lived in two time zones, the here and the there, the present and the past, being as we were reluctant time-travelers. But while science fiction imagined time-travelers as moving forwards and backwards in time, this timepiece demonstrated a different chronology. The open secret of the clock, naked for all to see, was that we were only going in circles”
Viet Thanh Nguyen, The Sympathizer

Joseph Bathanti
“The clock sweats out each minute
of what meat is left to us.”
Joseph Bathanti, This Metal

Nitya Prakash
“Twice a day I change the time on my broken clock, my contrarian streak forcing me to ensure that it's never right.”
Nitya Prakash

Ehsan Sehgal
“The clock of the world's seconds, minutes and hours can be forward and backward; however, not the life”
Ehsan Sehgal
tags: clock

Soroosh Shahrivar
“Yet I stand, my back is arched
Frederick Chopin, Funeral March
Hands on the clock, they stop

They wave, they smile and say my time is up”
Soroosh Shahrivar, Letter 19

Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“Some wristwatches are so big that you would be adamant that they were made for the wall, if you see or saw them only after the removal of their straps.”
Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Jim Butcher
“Even a broken clock gets it right occasionally. - Harry Dresden”
Jim Butcher, Turn Coat

Munia Khan
“Ticking clock of the day chases us faster than the speed of our mind’s light.”
Munia Khan, Attainable

“In the silence of the ticking of the clock’s minute hand, I found you. In the echoes of the reverberations of time, I found you. In the tender silence of the long summer night, I found you. In the fragrance of the rose petals, I found you. In the orange of the sunset, I found you. In the blue of the morning sky, I found you. In the echoes of the mountains, I found you. In the green of the valleys, I found you. In the chaos of this world, I found you. In the turbulence of the oceans, I found you. In the shrill cries of the grasshopper at night, I found you. In the gossamer sublimity of the silken cobweb, I found you.”
Avijeet Das

“RUN YOUR LIFE ON THE NEEDLE OF THE COMPASS, NOT ON THE NEEDLE OF THE CLOCK.”
SACHIN RAMDAS BHARATIYA

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