Time Travel Quotes

Spring time is a time for revival of every living thing.

...To see your life flow in obscurity among the treasures of the heart and of nature, happy in your anonymity, and to occasionally lose yourself in reading or in the pleasure of being a sensitive admirer of the fine arts; that’s the image of modern life you’re looking for!

She looked mean, but I think that was her natural resting face.

Time, as such doesn't travel! It's the paradox & uncertainty inside you that makes it travel.

Is it possible to find your future in the past?

She hadn't gone back in time. The idea was

Waldo nodded and waved goodbye pathetically, like a young father going off to war. tAs soon as the door was closed and he was gone, Jeanne squelched her own apprehensions, opened the paper and read the poem Waldo had written for her:One taste of Jeanne and out I flewWildly, madly, in no directionBut hers, and yet so straight and trueI fly towards her with no protectionIt feels so strange to move this wayThough I should land, desire it seemsMoves in strange circles and so I stayDisoriented beyond my wildest dreams.

That's the thing about time travel — you're always moving forward, even when you go back.

With great passion, observe every details of the sacred journey.

Who could be satisfied with seeking out the four corners of one small world, when there was the whole of time to be had?

When I am out there, in time, I am inverted, changed into a desperate version of myself. I become a thief, a vagrant, an animal who runs and hides. I startle old women and amaze children. I am a trick, an illusion of the highest order, so incredible that I am actually true.

It wouldn't do to go mixing up the present and the past, and cutting bits out of one to fit into the other.

The mystery in "Eyes of your Eyes" can never be found in the interstellar space unless you encounter timelessness.

Time travel occurs in humans collective subconscious.

The truth is, time travel is hard, and people are lazy.

Life is defined by time and seasons.

But nothing compared to the reality of the magnificent Light Storm of 2015, nothing, that is, except the almond shaped emerald eyes of his passenger.

Faye keeps forgetting what she'll be giving up if she decides to stay here. Access to modern medicine, for starters. In 2015 people can survive cancer, tuberculosis, scarlet fever. Vaccines eradicated polio and measles. Do you really want to live in a world with iron lungs and polio, Faye? Do you?” “I guess I could go back to 2015 and live in a world with meth, heroin, terrorism, HIV and Ebola. Huge improvement, right?

I was in '78 recently," he announced. "I brought you this."He handed me a single by the Beatles. I didn't recognize the title."Didn't they split in '70?""Not always. How are things?

I'll just tell you what I remember because memory is as close as I've gotten to building my own time machine.

Am I right in thinkin' you've maybe been" - he dropped his voice - "the victim of an infamous outrage by the darkies?

But the hair on her arms did not stand on end; she did not experience any strange instances of déjà vu; she did not see the ghosts of future selves shimmering before her, shouting stock picks back through time.

Veins stood out in her temples as she struggled against her silence. No one noticed. Those words had already been used up, spent, thrown out into the atmosphere to dissipate without effect.

Your passion dwindling out isn't Father's fault either. You can't blame that on Him. He has you in Merchant for a reason. You may not see it yet. But there is purpose. Father always has a purpose.

Come here, cat. You wouldn’t want to destroy the space-time continuum, would you? Meow. Meow.

What I know about love, I can write on the head of a matchstick.

Like I’ve told you before, Beverly, I don’t care where we live as long as we’re together.” Vance... "The Elder Effect

but wouldn't it be easier to let go?" she whispered brokenly, desperately."would it be easy to carve out a piece of my heart?" he shook his head. "no, you are a part of me now, and whether or not you are in this world, know that i will forever carry a piece of you with me.

When it came to time travel, science and science fiction and fantasy had flip-flopped. Nobody was going to create a machine that traveled to the future or the past. Time machines might be accepted in science fiction as an enabling device to get the story moving, but they're like faster-than-light space ships-- neither one is going to happen any time soon, not with any technology we know how to implement.The guys who had it figured were the fantasists, Dennis. The Finneys and the Mathesons and the Ellisons and the Serlings. No machines and no advanced physics, at least not most of the time. Just an overpowering desire. Just need and longing and pain and regret and the right talisman or the right surroundings. Put the right person in the right place, and perhaps with the right objects, and the potential for time travel is there.

That was when things got weird. You may have thought things were weird already, but this was uber-weird

Enjoy Life when You have the Time, after the Time will have You

Coming from where we do, it’s a rough adjustment—living here.” He put a hesitant hand on her shoulder, his calluses scratching against the fabric of her dress. “It’s true what they say about life in the dark ages, you know: nasty, brutish, and short. You and I once took it for granted we would die as old people in our beds, but we have no such assurance now. I’ll help you how I can, Isabella; but I can’t guarantee that either of us will live even to see tomorrow. Life is worth fighting for, young lady. But don’t feel it is something you’re owed.

Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.

They weren't people that liked change. They were the kind of people that would have tied change to a chair with dental floss if they could in order to avoid it. They were the type of people who desired to live in their virtual bubbles and grew to resent anyone that challenged that world.

Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.

We’re going to make a tunnel for that ship. We’re going to make sure that little lady has every chance in the world to survive. If I get any trouble out of any of ya…” he paused. “I’ll handle it myself, do you understand?” Johan… “Vital Perception

May you find your path and travel on it.

The first thing we should do in order to grasp the realm of time travel is by redefining general perception and common concepts regarding time within our daily language structure.

I remember my father, who had served in Vietnam, once talking to me about how real courage is when you're scared out of your mind but you do what you have to do anyway. I didn't feel very courageous at the moment. I felt like a small mouse in the mouth of a lion.

He pulled out his wallet and extracted a twenty-dollar bill, fastidiously folding it in half so that the crease cut across the face of Theodore Roosevelt, with its shining spectacles and its Chesire Cat grin.

Without unscrambled eggs, there was no time travel, no more depredation of the Now, and we could look to a brighter future of long-term thought--and more reading.

In the Vortex that lies beyond time and space tumbled a police box that was not a police box.

Time is an encoded pattern of fabric woven with information & energy.

Never rely upon a time machine to fix your problems, as everyone knows, they're much too faulty.

You must be fully awake in the divine journey.

I was either still dreaming or I had entered an alternate reality where I was a flippin' insane person. I doubted I had entered an alternate reality and a quick slap to my own face proved I wasn't still dreaming. -Sage Hannigan, Contingency

Life’s journey on earth is the only sacred travel.

The world he thought he knew had become an odd thing, twisting time and purpose. But it had remained an unfair universe in the end.

God holds the right key to every door.

I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hugging his lean shoulders. It was the way he stood. The confident way he waited in the cafeteria line to get a slice of pizza. He didn’t saunter. He didn’t amble. He stood at the center, and let the other people buzz around him. His stance was straight and sure.

It is easy to time-travel, the physicist says—we do it every day. Travelling backward is the problem.

He met me at the airport; it was ten in the morning, Washington time, when I arrived, after having taken a plane that left Los Angeles International at 10:10 A.M. Los Angeles time. Who says time-reversal is hard to accomplish?

Her lips were burning with the lies she spoke and yet, he longed to kiss the fire.

Your "look-alike" may be the result of one of the various possible futures happening simultaneously!

Travelers aren't found. They're called.

I tell you all the time, you will never be able to replace me with a brass and steam contraption.

...Jesus was only twelve years old. Jesus was learning the carpentry trade from his father.Two Roman soldiers came into the shop with a mechanical drawing on papyrus of a device they wanted built by sunrise the next morning. It was a cross to be used in the execution of a rabble-rouser.Jesus and his father built it. They were glad to have the work. And the rabble-rouser was executed on it.So it goes.

Nothing can replace confidence and single-minded pursuit of purpose.

The device,' Philip said. 'What are you going to do with it?''I know how this sounds. But you'll have to trust us. We'll take possession of it. We're going to dismantle it; when we do so, the wormhole will close, making this the final version of history we live through. Then we're going to box up the device and forget about it. Lose it somewhere; burn the records. It'll end up in a warehouse right next to the Ark of Covenant.

All his senses screamed in warning, the very air reeking of forbidden magic, but duty call him forward.