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 LascellesStichwörter: stories novels calendars clock
Day is just a collection of hours.
Serj TankianUnfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
Haruki MurakamiStichwörter: past future time possibilities clock ticking
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 VachéThere was a sudden stillness like the gap between ticks on a clock, but the next tick never coming.
Sadie JonesStichwörter: time stillness clock
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.
Stichwörter: shakespeare time clock sonnet 12
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 FowlesAgain time elapsed.
Carolyn KeeneStichwörter: time mystery clock nancy drew elapsed
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
Emilie AutumnStichwörter: autumn clock 4 o emilie
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 BradburyStichwörter: sun darkness clock montag
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