As we shall see, the concept of time has no meaning before the beginning of the universe.

You cannot feel time grind against you. Time is nothing but everything, not the seconds, minutes, hours, days, years. Yet this substanceless substance, this bending and shaping, this warping, this is the way we understand our world.

A time splashed with interest, wounded with tragedy, crevassed with joy — that's the time that seems long in the memory. And this is right when you think about it. Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all.

Time in itself does not exist, there is only the totality of the results issuing from all the cosmic phenomena present in a given place.

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.

Time is not measured by the passing of yaers but by what one does, what one feels, and what one achieves.

Time is only a kind of Space.

The instant does not have time; and time is made from the movement of the instant.

Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all.

Maybe there is no such thing as time; there are only moments, each with its own story.

Time is an illusion.

unless time is good for something it is good for nothing.

Beings, things, and events do not exist in time: being, things, and events are times.

time was just a hangover from the past with no present meaning