It's ironic that in our culture everyone's biggest complaint is about not having enough time; yet nothing terrifies us more than the thought of eternity.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Quite a lot of our contemporary culture is actually shot through with a resentment of limits and the passage of time, anger at what we can't do, fear or even disgust at growing old.
The supposed great misery of our century is the lack of time.
The awful importance of this life is that it determines eternity.
Eternity eludes us, even as a thought.
Nothing seems to me so likely to make people unhappy in themselves and at variance with others as the habit of killing time.
Our present time is indeed a criticizing and critical time, hovering between the wish, and the inability to believe. Our complaints are like arrows shot up into the air at no target: and with no purpose they only fall back upon our own heads and destroy ourselves.
We are comfortable with the fact that we cannot know personally what happened in the world before we were born, yet we are uncomfortable with the notion that we will stop engaging with time at some point in the future.
Eternity is a mere moment, just long enough for a joke.
We're so afraid of death in our culture, but I think if we understand it better, then we'll appreciate the life we have more.
Lives have been altered in fundamental ways, and later, after they acquire a more complete understanding of what goals are actually attainable, many are left facing a lot of pain and frustration. And yet, there's no culture of complaint.