Actuality is when the lighthouse is dark between flashes: it is the instant between the ticks of the watch: it is a void interval slipping forever through time: the rupture between past and future: the gap at the poles of the revolving magnetic field, infinitesimally small but ultimately real. It is the interchronic pause when nothing is happening. It is the void between events.
The last thing the hockey ball symbolized was Time itself, the unstoppability of it, the way we’re chained to our bodies, which are chained to Time.
Healing is a matter of time, but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity.
As a writer of philosophy, it’s good to ask oneself, ‘Will I still believe this a week from now, or months, or even years?
Oh, September. My best girl. I shall tell you an awful, wonderful, unhappy, joyful secret: It is like that for everyone. One day you wake up and you are grown. And on the inside, you are no older than the last time you thought Wouldn’t it be lovely to be all Grown-Up right this second?
A man that is young in years may be old in hours if he have lost no time.
It takes a long time to get to be a diva. I mean, you gotta work at it.
For you to be successful in your promised land, you must study the land
If ever I to the moment shall say:Beautiful moment, do not pass away!Then you may forge your chains to bind me,Then I will put my life behind me,Then let them hear my death-knell toll,Then from your labours you’ll be free,The clock may stop, the clock-hands fall,And time come to an end for me!
It was a lesson that I would learn in time though it wasn’t Hegbert who taught me.
One thing that remains the same is God. Time changes, people change too but God does not change.
A great leader will not waste time reacting to the filthy toolkit but will devote that time to the growth of the entity.
Something, somewhere, knows what’s best for me and promises to keep sending me people and experiences to light my way as long as I live in gratitude and keep paying attention to the signs.
We forgetthat the days we are just getting through add up,and that history does not feel like history to those in the middle of it.
The thought came over me that never would one full and absolute moment, containing all the others, justify my life, that all of my instants would be provisional phases, annihilators of the past turned to face the future, and that beyond the episodic, the present, the circumstantial, we were nobody.
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.
Time should be assessed as seconds, minutes and hours so as to be maximized effectively
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.
Time is a valuable resource; if you choose to appreciate and use it judiciously, you will achieve good results.
He has to find more and better ways of occupying his time. His time, what a bankrupt idea, as if he’s been given a box of time belonging to him alone, stuffed to the brim with hours and minutes that he can spend like money. Trouble is, the box has holes in it and the time is running out, no matter what he does with it.
We should learn not to hold grudges and be positive all the time because life is too short and unpredictable.
The world froze, every second stretching to contain my trepidation. In these miniature eternities, I sought to find any way he was not saying what I could no longer deny he was. Their expressions slowed as in the moment before some epic disaster, blooming in fractions.
That’s cricket. Some days are good, some are bad. No one is going to be amazing all the time. Sometimes I feel it’s not a fair world – really and truly.
Our love is a Time Machine,neither here nor there—a breaking in the heartyet to happen
If you are working with no vision to be own your own boss, you are no different from people who are unemployed
History is not everything, but it is a starting point. History is a clock that people use to tell their political and cultural time of day. It is a compass they use to find themselves on the map of human geography. It tells them where they are but, more importantly, what they must be.
Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left?.. He would not wither. He would not be ashamed of dying.
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
I’ve been in love one time, I said as I held up my pinky. I would have held up my index finger, but I wasn’t in love that long.
Music deals with time and timing. It’s so magical, but when you get into it, every little sound and every little space between the sounds, it’s critical, so critical. And if it’s not there, it not only feels wrong, but it ruins things.
Unlike computers, we’re not bound to count rach second correctly. We’re at liberty to accord each moment it’s proper weight, depending on its meaning to us. Permit me, then, to lengthen the moment when I fell in love woth Dolores.
The World is the Way because there is nothing outside, and through nothing, there is no way: The World travels through itself and within itself. Time is the measure of its Way, and since the world is the Way, the Way travels, not the world. The Way is the only measure, the only time and space. World-God is the Way.
Channel your energy into your God-given purpose. Being out of a job gives you all the time you need to grow
You don’t look at the big problem all together, because I think it’s a little intimidating. So you just take it one day at a time, meet the people who are going to meet with you, for you, and who you’re going to work for, and really try to do the best job that you can. That’s all teamwork, and that’s what space travel is about.
All the forces in the world are not so powerful as an idea whose time has come.
Time doesn’t pass; its relativity is ever-present. It is we who pass by and are pierced by it. Like the slow fall of sand through an hourglass, our breath marks the rhythm of our fleeting existence.
Life’s too short, well apparently,There’s not enough time to be who you want to be.
Most of us take for granted that time flies, meaning that it passes too quickly. But in the mindful state, time doesn’t really pass at all. There is only a single instant of time that keeps renewing itself over and over with infinite variety.
Why, I have never anything to do. I am always free, and I always will be free if you wantme.
There are endings. There are beginnings. Sometimes they coincide, with the ending of one thing marking the beginning of another. But sometimes there is simply a long space after an ending, a time when it seems everything else has ended and nothing else can ever begin.
Worship time. The wheel of time is constantly moving. And as the wheel turns, everything, and everyone, changes.
You know, I always erase everything… And lately, my memory loss is erasing what time hasn’t.
This web of time – the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore each other through the centuries – embraces every possibility. We do not exist in most of them. In some you exist and not I, while in others I do, and you do not.
We have to discover the essence of our creation for us to carry out our purpose as believers
With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can’t appreciate what we have
Nothing can be in the Nothing. Nothing can be only in the Something. Without the Nothing in the Being, there can be no Being, the Universe, in the sense we experience the World, and there can be no space. Whole Space is Nothingness contaminated by the “illusion” of the Being transformed into Something we call Universe.
When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you’ll never get back. Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time.
That is the story of life after all, isn’t it? Killing time until time kills you. Pretty desolate if one thinks about it. Well, let’s collect memories, lots and lots of them, all before we might realise that our lives were just a shimmer!
Time is a gift, given to you, given to give you the time you need, the time you need to have the time of your life.
Everything in life had a purpose, and unless it achieved that purpose, it was just taking up space on the planet and wasting everybody’s time.
A spiritual acceleration period is going to absolutely summon block-heads in sight but out of reach, as they will serve as road markers going the opposite way that uy’re facing. This is positive signage that you’re moving in the proper direction.
The real void is the medium for the Being to “create space” or the appearance of space with the help of the real void. Without the real void, there would be no volume; without volume, there would be no space. Although passively, the Real Void “participates” equally with the Being in creating the Universe. The passivity and nothingness of the void are its biggest “asset” and “force.
The Absolute is a finite Being containing infinity as a potential. Without nothingness, there is no infinity. Nothingness is nonexistent and, therefore, the most finite thing. Without nothingness, there is no space. Without space, there is no time.
Understanding is not absolutely final.What’s now right could be wrong later.
Mostly what you lose with time, in memory, is the specificity of things, their exact sequence. It all runs together, becomes a watery soup. Portmanteau days, imploded years. Like a bad actor, memory always goes for effect, abjuring motivation, consistency, good sense.