There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing … The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.
How you spend your time is more important than how you spend your money. Money mistakes can be corrected, but time is gone forever.
…unrequited love does not die; it’s only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before.
…all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.
She felt her future close upon her but unseen, like the sea behind the blowing veil of snow… She would follow Llyr’s advice and face it a little every day…Day by day, step by step life would go forward. Eventually, the veil would lift, the cold would yield to the sun’s warmth, and the world would be reborn. This dark time would pass.
A true friend is one you can go extended periods without seeing or talking to, yet the moment that you are back in touch, it’s like no time has passed at all.
The true philosopher is a man who says All right, and goes to sleep in his armchair.
I do not ever remember to have trembled at a tale of superstition or to have feared the apparition of a spirit. Darkness had no effect upon my fancy, and a churchyard was to me merely the receptacle of bodies deprived of life, which, from being the seat of beauty and strength, had become food for the worm.
Success is like death. The more successful you become, the higher the houses in the hills get and the higher the fences get.
One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. “They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.
People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn’t. It continues and is ever-changing.
Tell people there’s an invisible man in the sky who created the universe, and the vast majority will believe you. Tell them the paint is wet, and they have to touch it to be sure.
A good craftsman is one who gives right to his work. When he starts his work, he must focus on it. If he wants to own his craft, he must give it its right of time and effort to gain skills, and with time he works and learns. He is not called a teacher, because he always learns throughout his life
Love is illogical. You fall into it like a manhole. Then you’re just stuck. You die in love more than you live in love.
Don’t ever postpone anything that can be done right now — now is always the best Time to act.
There are certain people that are marked for death. I have my little list of those that treated me unfairly.
I’d tell men and women in their midtwenties not to settle for a job or a profession or even a career. Seek a calling. Even if you don’t know what that means, seek it. If you’re following your calling, the fatigue will be easier to bear, the disappointments will be fuel, the highs will be like nothing you’ve ever felt.
When he died, I went about like a ragged crow telling strangers, My father died, my father died. My indiscretion embarrassed me, but I could not help it. Without my father on his Delhi rooftop, why was I here? Without him there, why should I go back? Without that ache between us, what was I made of?
We’re not really conscious of what we’re doing most of the time.
I planted a kamikaze kiss on Jamie’s cheek.“FUCK,” he shouted, wiping it off. “What if you killed me!” He threw a Skittle at my face. It hit my forehead.“Ow!”“Taste the rainbow bitch.
Out of the bedroom window, Tara watches the silver moon in the night sky cast a faint glow on the pine trees. Ian was right. It’s time to move on. Not to forget, but to forge ahead.
In definitiv, cu cat vei ridica un zid mai inalt in jurul tau cu atat va fi mai bun cel care-l va sari.
I am no longer knocking at death’s door but the path is still familiar.
I only have so much willpower, Helen,” he whispered. “And since you apparently sleep in the most ridiculously transparent tank top I’ve ever seen, I’m going to have to ask you to get under the covers before I do something stupid.
Time is a valuable resource; if you choose to appreciate and use it judiciously, you will achieve good results.
Uncontrolled migration produces social friction not because many refugees are criminals and terrorists (they aren’t), but because living side by side with strangers requires two precious commodities: goodwill and time. Both are necessary to build trust; neither is as widely available as we would like.
If you don’t know where you’re going, any road’ll take you there
It’s hard to believe. Where does the times go?’ Betty sighs. ‘I’ve always hated that phrase. It makes it would like time went on a holiday, and is expected back any day now. Time flies is another one I hate. Apparently, time does quite a bit of traveling, though.
Chronic anxiety is a state more undesirable than any other, and we will try almost any maneuver to eliminate it. Modern man is living in anxious anticipation of destruction. Such anxiety can be easily eliminated by self-destruction. As a German saying puts it: ‘Better an end with terror than a terror without end.
If we accept time for what it is, how it flows and how we flow with it, I doubt very much that we would continue wasting loads of it by constantly checking our watches. The gnomons’s shadow falls where it falls – and so do we. Where we are now is where a lifetime’s worth of steps have taken us.
Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,I had not thought death had undone so many.
Give me liberty or give me death.[From a speech given at Saint John’s Church in Richmond, Virginia on March 23, 1775 to the Virginia House of Burgesses; as first published in print in 1817 in William Wirt’s Life and Character of Patrick Henry.]
He died and the whole Soviet Union followed. Revmira’s country, her young face, the entire course of her life had changed. Since she started at the hospital, she had sat next to more than a hundred persons to help them go, so she knew death well: the release of breath, the rattle, the calm. Her parents went the same way, one after the other. And she missed them. She had resigned herself a long time ago to missing all the people who left her.
I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behindIn balance with this life, this death.
For each person I lost I found a new layer of grief to cover myself with, and each time I tried to bring something of their essence into my own being – be it unconditional love, kindness and piety.
Luck has nothing to do with it, because I have spent many, many hours, countless hours, on the court working for my one moment in time, not knowing when it would come.
Gaston was not only a fierce lover, with endless wisdom and imagination, but he was also, perhaps, the first man in the history of the species who had made an emergency landing and had come close to killing himself and his sweetheart simply to make love in a field of violets.
I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world.
Everybody believes that capital punishment is wrong, but when they look at certain cases, they’re quick to say, ‘Put them to death,’ or scream ‘capital punishment.’
Christianity has made of death a terror which was unknown to the gay calmness of the Pagan.
At first glance her beauty was striking—fresh-faced and delicate with large eyes, her little black dress cinched at the waist, her hair pinned in a chignon. At second glance, her deep, intelligent eyes were entrancing, still vivid on newspapers yellowed from light and air and lined with age that Fate didn’t offer to her.
Fault always lies in the same place: with him weak enough to lay blame.
For my part I have no joy in tears after dinnertime. There will always be a new dawn tomorrow. Yet I can have no objection to tears for any mortal who dies and goes to his destiny. And this is the only consolation we wretched mortals can give, to cut our hair and let the tears roll down our faces.
What we call ‘time’ isn’t chronological but spatial; what we call ‘death’ is merely a transition between different kinds of matter.
Wayne’s a little attached to that hat, Waxillium said. He thinks it’s lucky.Wayne: It is lucky. I ain’t never died while wearing that hat. Marasi frowned. I … I’m not sure I know how to respond.Wax: That’s a common reaction to Wayne.
Fight on, brave knights! Man dies, but glory lives! Fight on; death is better than defeat! Fight on brave knights! for bright eyes behold your deeds!
It takes half your life before you discover life is a do-it-yourself project.
What sexual preference do you hope she has?” “Happiness.” Isnt that cool?
But remember, boy, that a kind act can sometimes be as powerful as a sword.
Nobody died. how can you kill an idea? How can you kill the personification of an action?Then what died? who are you mourning?A point of view.
Maybe sometimes we can only see the truth about ourselves if someone shows us where to look.
What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.
Your time depends with your preferences
Everyone is born creative; everyone is given a box of crayons in kindergarten. Then when you hit puberty they take the crayons away and replace them with dry, uninspiring books on algebra, history, etc. Being suddenly hit years later with the ‘creative bug’ is just a wee voice telling you, ‘I’d like my crayons back, please.
Take time to deliberate; but when the time for action arrives, stop thinking and go in.