Let who will scoff and revile – I will not remain silent; neither will I conceal the signs and wonders which have been shown to me by the Lord, who knew all things even before the time of this world, many years before, just as they happened.
This has been a time of trying to figure out:how much time do we spend maintaining the plans and systems wehave created for ourselves,tying up the loose ends of the plans we’ve completedor abandoned,and imagining and making plans for what we want and needin days to come?…All have promise.All have residue.All have costs.All have benefits.
Time and space always change, but there is something which is eternal and changeless. For example, the world and time, past or future, nothing exists for us in sleep. But we exist. Let us try to find out that which is changeless and which always exists.
It’s funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.
Time was a wave, almost cruel in its relentlessness as it whisked her life downstream, a life she had to constantly strain to keep from breaking apart.
There will be a great loss of learning before the moon’s full cycle is completed. Fire and floods will be fomented by ignorant rulers; much time will go by before it is rectified.
There were many things in the world, waiting for a rare opportunity. Once missed, it would be put on hold forever. But once it began, it could not be controlled.
The pain we feel so deeply inside is the longing to capture moments in life. It is an illusion of the mind that this time can always be kept. We have to let the moments go and learn to accept the goodbyes. No matter the joy or sorrow, keep your heart open and your spirit willing. Embrace the highs and lows of life, cherishing each moment as it passes; that is the essence of living.
How baffling it is that we imagined cities incinerated by alien bombs and death rays when all they really needed was Mother Nature and time.
There will be time to sleep, right now, your love is all the rest I need.
The stories shatter. Or you wear them out or leave them behind. Over time the story of the memory loses its power. Over time you become someone else. Only when the honey turns to dust are you free.
Do I have YOUR permission to be a Supernatural God? If I want to open heaven, and in a moment in time, touch the heart of a daughter and supernaturally break all the darkness, shame, and torment in her life, MAY I DO THAT?
Keep on beginning and failing. Each time you fail, start all over again, and you will grow stronger until you have accomplished a purpose – not the one you began with perhaps, but one you’ll be glad to remember.
There was a timelessness here, and yet a senseof time greater than any before, that could only be found in a lighthouse.
And so I told myself to take that one. Because Father said clocks slay time. He said time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. The hands were extended, slightly off the horizontal at a faint angle, like a gull tilting into the wind.
I want you to trust yourself, baby. Love is all that matters and you’ve always known that. You’ve known, since you were a very little girl, what your life is meant to be about…
I told you I loved you, but I said it a little too late. You move in time and sometimes our timing is against one another.
Funny how things that once seemed so charming can become dull and annoying. We think we want all the time in the world with the people we love, but maybe what we need is the opposite. Just a finite amount of time, so we still think the other person is interesting. Maybe we don’t need acts two and three. Maybe love is best in act one.
Perhaps it was one of those mild, sunny winter days when you have a feeling of holiday and eternity-the illusory feeling that the course of time is suspended, and that you need only slip through this breach to escape the trap that is closing around you.
The common man prays, ‘I want a cookie right now!’ And God responds, ‘If you’d listen to what I say, tomorrow it will bring you 100 cookies.
If today you don’t have time for those who gave all their time for you yesterday then tomorrow they will not have time to give to you who has no time today
If you keep waiting for the right time, it may never happen. Sometimes you have to make the most of the time you have.
It’s not as easy as it is with chewing shame and foolishness to chew the wreckage of broken time.
Until we can navigate in time, I’m not sure that we can prove that what happened is real.
Time talks behind our back. To our face it’s friendly and logical, never hesitating to give more of itself. But when we’re not looking, it steals our lives and says bad things about us to the parts of us it’s stolen
I am a marvelous housekeeper. Every time I leave a man I keep his house.
As I went back to the party the sadness of all the forgetting stung me. Even already, I thought, time is at work; time is ticking her away; time is destroying her, killing all there was between us. And with time on my side I would look back on the day without bitterness and without emotion. I would remember it only as a flash on the brittle surface of nothing, as a day that was rather funny, as the day we got drunk on cake.
By refocusing our space program on Mars for America’s future, we can restore the sense of wonder and adventure in space exploration that we knew in the summer of 1969. We won the moon race; now it’s time for us to live and work on Mars, first on its moons and then on its surface.
God’s a comfortable certainty. But us humans? I think we’re a step beyond it, an uncertainty, deep and rare and inspiring in all the best and worst ways.
We tend to forget that life can only be defined in the present tense.
The future is foretold from the past and the future is only possible because of the past. Without past and future, the present is partial. All time is eternally present and so all time is ours. There is no sense in forgetting and every sense in dreaming. Thus the present is made rich.
In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn’t it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.
Sometimes you will think you can’t take it another day. But if you hang in there, one step at a time, you will be able to accomplish more than you ever imagine.
Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time’s swiftness/ Which is the swiftest of all things: all were eternal torment.
In time of difficulties, we must not lose sight of our achievements.
In order to succeed you must fail, so that you know what not to do the next time.
I thank God for my failures. Maybe not at the time but after some reflection. I never feel like a failure just because something I tried has failed.
Branson, Missouri is the leftover meatloaf of the tourism industry. It doesn’t matter what year it is, it stays fresh like 1991.
Smartass Disciple: Which one was first created, time or things?Master of Stupidity: No things, no changes. No changes, no time.
L’arbre tombe feuille à feuille : si les hommes contemplaient chaque matin ce qu’ils ont perdu la veille, ils s’apercevraient bien de leur pauvreté.
Don’t waste your time in anger, regrets, worries, and grudges. Life is too short to be unhappy.
Who do you spend time with? Criticizers or encouragers? Surround yourself with those who believe in you. Your life is too important for anything less.
Tobacco, coffee, alcohol, hashish, prussic acid, strychnine, are weak dilutions. The surest poison is time.
There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying.
The midnight hand Stands upright, Caught for an instant In the pitching chime Of dead day, The hush cries, freedom! And is strangled in the rushOf tomorrow’s potential. The midnight hour, When time is still, A shrill gasp of passion unspent, A sour taste Of bent magic In a god’s tragic World.
We held each other for a time in that hideaway, that unexpected sanctuary, while the city smoldered and the world went on changing without us.
It’s a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from all the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one’s burned tongues and skinned knees, that one’s aches and pains are all one’s own. Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us.
Each of us is an artist of our days; the greater our integrity and awareness, the more original and creative our time will become.
You can be wealthier or poorer than a man in many things, but not in time. We all lose time at the same rate.
I always want to be doing something – going somewhere, doing a project, teaching a class, writing an article. I try to use up my day. You have a limited time on this planet – try to use as much of it as you can for productive purposes.
The longer you live, the harder it becomes. To grab them. Each little moment as it arrives. To be living in something other than the past or the future. To be actually here.
With every door that closes And every failure after the previous With every moment of taking two steps forward and five steps backwards Remember to try againThe Almighty has a way of giving you a push when you least expect it