The universe is a clock. Its intricate mechanisms produce the music of the spheres.
The body is a clock—a variable timepiece.
A poem is a clock—listen carefully and you can hear it ticking.
Music sounds like a clock.
Roosters are clocks—take my word!
The heart is a clock. What time is it in “heart”?
Elephants are ponderous—they move to a slower beat.
Can you feel time moving, without a beat?
The ultimate spring is entropy.
Time is bigger than the universe, but without the universe, we can’t measure it.
Archimedes imagined a place outside of time and space, but he knew he couldn’t go there.
Thinking about time and the equations of relationship in the universe is like pretending that what you do isn’t a part of the clock. But you know it is.
The clock is everything—in us and around us and beyond us.
The slow dance of our coming together, and our drifting apart.
The way we feel when time seems not to have a purpose.
Time seems to be happening in one direction, but this is an illusion. There is no place we can go to to escape this dilemma.
When you arrive, you have only begun; there is no exit.
We are trapped in time, but are free to think of alternatives, even if we can’t choose them.
I would like to save a little time for the end, but where would I keep it? I don’t have a container that would hold it.
If you could stretch time, would it be like stretching matter, like salt-water taffy?
Would it bounce like silly putty?
Balls that bounce decay in time—and so do the balls.
Pound said that slowness is beauty.
If we could slow time down, would it seem any slower, or would it feel just the same as “normal” “ordinary” time?
Is time a question, or an answer?
If time is a dimension, where is it?
A roomful of clocks, all ticking at different rates. A roomful of babies, all crying.
What is the interval?
Mathematics tells us we can measure time with increments, instruments.
Take away the sun, and the moon, and the earth, and time is relative to other bodies in empty space.
An orbiting planet is like the hand of a clock, uselessly turning.
Time is an order of increments.
Like a stopwatch, we could start anywhere.
Stoplights are clocks.
Stop the train, I need to get off.
A particle that “lives” for only a fraction of a millisecond is a clock.
Don’t look back, Satchel Paige said, because something might be gaining on you.
Daylight savings is like trying to cheat time.
The genetic code--the DNA--is a clock.
Nobody gets to beat the clock.
It's getting late.