Time's not an object but an idea.

It will be extinguished in the mind." "The old commonplaces of philosophy, the same from the beginning of time," Stavrogin muttered with a kind of disdainful compassion.
"Always the same, always the same, from the beginning of time and never any other," Kirillov said with sparkling eyes, as though there were almost a triumph in that idea.
"You seem to be very happy, Kirillov." "Yes, very happy," he answered, as though making the most ordinary reply.
"But you were distressed so lately, angry with Liputin." "H'm...

I'm not scolding now.

I didn't know then that I was happy.

Have you seen a leaf, a leaf from a tree ?" "Yes." "I saw a yellow one lately, a little green.