They say you start weaving clearer, sharper memories after you’ve been to a place at least twice. Because then the reflection is more of validation. Let the rush come to you and let your senses be flushed the first time. There will be time for reflection after you’ve had your fill.
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
When the challenges of life start to overwhelm, there’s rarely time left to enjoy the little things.
May I discard the outer cover of time from the layers of poetry by immersing the poet in its entirety within me
I have a two-story house and a bad memory, so I’m up and down those stairs all the time. That’s my exercise.
As cruel as life might be at times, if you throw in the towel, which is what everyone will expect, then nothing good will happen and your life will fall apart. Be better than that!
Even Oppenheimer, father of the atomic bomb, was a believer of Bhagwat Gita and quoted the Shloka 32 (Chapter 11) that actual meant, Time I am; destroyer of the worlds. whereas he mis-translated TIME as DEATH.
The inherent nature of time dictates that everything it penetrates will be frozen into history and cannot be changed. No matter how strong the degree of regret is, it doesn’t help.
Today – not even that, for already it was tomorrow – would slide away like all the other days. Not a red letter day. Not the day of my desperate bidding. Not the day on which the love of my life was snaffled away from me. I opened the front door and looked out into the night. It was cold and uncomforting. I liked it like that. I hated the moment, yet I loved it because in it I still loved Lucy.
The Joker is my favorite villain of all time: You don’t know his past; you just know what his plans are.
Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time.
Torn away from the bygone times, there arises the unappeased longing, for though the sun has long gone, yet the light is still alive.
Time crumbles things; everything grows old under the power of Time and is forgotten through the lapse of Time.
Finding some quiet time in your life, I think, is hugely important.
There’s a certain point in life at which you realise it’s no longer interesting that time goes forward — or rather, that its forward-going-ness has been the central plank of life’s illusion, and that while you were waiting to see what was going to happen next, you were steadily being robbed of all you had. Language is the only thing capable of stopping the flow of time, because it exist in time, is made of time, yet it is eternal — or can be.
We’re both as tall as most men here in 1801, so we can make it work.
Perhaps the only thing we might legitimately lament in an old man’s death would be his failure to have used his time well.
How quick and rushing life can sometimes seem, when at the same time it’s so slow and sweet and everlasting.
I decided I can’t pay a person to rewind time, so I may as well get over it.
…the passage of time, which transformed the volatile present into that finished, unalterable painting called the past, a canvas man always executed blindly, with erratic brushstrokes that only made sense when one stepped far enough away from it to be able to admire it as a whole.
Which of us is not saying to himself–which of us has not been saying to himself all his life: I shall alter that when I have a little more time? We never shall have any more time. We have, and we have always had, all the time there is.
Will 45 be getting the consequence of coal in his stocking?Will his candles be blown out?If so, it’s about time…And what are the consequences for us–as a country, as human beings–if we fail to hold him accountablefor the consequences of what he wrought?
My mom said the moon landing was faked,” said Eddie. “But she also said she saw Jackie Kennedy, Jimmy Hoffa, Elvis and Bigfoot at the IHOP out by the interstate. Elvis picked up the check.
Of course I fear the past, and for good reason. The Past, unlike everything else in our experience, has already proven it can happen.
Time moves in one direction, memory another. We are that strange species that constructs artifacts intended to counter the natural flow of forgetting.
If the Being, Universe, appears in the Nothing, or the Nothing appears in the Being, a point in space is created, and consequently, time. What makes the Nothing a real nothing is the lack of something, the lack of the Being. If the Being appears, nothing is not nothing anymore, for it becomes space.
The only time you really live fully is from thirty to sixty. The young are slaves to dreams; the old servants of regrets. Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits.
Time is not something to be found, it is something you have to create. Love shows through time.
It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning.
But life. It rushes by and then you think you’ll see people…You think you’ll do things and have time for this and time for that…And then there is never time. This is what I have learned, Anna, I have learned that there is never as much time as you think there is.
Time, whose tooth gnaws away everything else, is powerless against truth.
The right man, in the right place, at the right time, can steal millions.
On a whim, he stopped and bought a watch from a sidewalk vendor. Normally, Billy could not abide keeping time, especially when it was attached to one’s body. Time was like a relentlessly needy lapdog one had to haul around. It barked too much and had no sense of loyalty.
Leah Bagdasarian had frequently heard that the great riddle of life is what happens to us when we die. In reality, the greatest mystery is the passage of time.
Take time to deliberate; but when the time for action arrives, stop thinking and go in.
Time is the friend of the wonderful company, the enemy of the mediocre.
The poorest person is not the one who doesn’t have money but the one who doesn’t have time for loved ones.
[T]he people who are close to Allah worry so much about wasting time that they call themselves to account for every breath they spend – how many of us wonder about how we spend our day, let alone each breath?
Try and leave this world a little better than you found it, and when your turn comes to die, you can die happy in feeling that at any rate, you have not wasted your time but have done your best.
Time is basically an illusion created by the mind to aid in our sense of temporal presence in the vast ocean of space. Without the neurons to create a virtual perception of the past and the future based on all our experiences, there is no actual existence of the past and the future. All that there is, is the present.
Time is the fuel of life. Use it wisely, prioritize your tasks, and unlock your full potential.
El Tiempo no tiene una sino sus muchas ruedas. Una rueda para las criaturas de corazón lento, y otra para las de corazón apresurado. Ruedas para las criaturas que envejecen lentamente, ruedas para las que se hacen viejas con el día.
Not just Gym, bodybuilding is about discipline, time management, and priorities.
Everything you need is already within you. The beauty of life is that your DESTINY lies always in your hands. The time has come for you to STEP UP and BE GREAT
It’s paradoxical that the idea of living a long life appeals to everyone, but the idea of getting old doesn’t appeal to anyone.
It’s all fine to say, “Time will heal everything, this too shall pass away. People will forget”—and things like that when you are not involved, but when you are there is no passage of time, people do not forget and you are in the middle of something that does not change.
Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago.
I am not the first Buddha who came upon Earth, nor shall I be the last. In due time, another Buddha will arise in the world – a Holy One, a supremely enlightened One, endowed with wisdom in conduct, auspicious, knowing the universe, an incomparable leader of men, a master of angels and mortals.
One of the funny things about the stock market is that every time one person buys, another sells, and both think they are astute.
No, we don’t accomplish our love in a single yearas the flowers do; an immemorial sapflows up through our arms when we love.(Siehe, wir lieben nicht, wie die Blumen, aus einemeinzigen Jahr; uns steigt, wo wir lieben,unvordenklicher Saft in die Arme.)
Some people think that the truth can be hidden with a little cover-up and decoration. But as time goes by, what is true is revealed, and what is fake fades away.
Trust has to be earned, and should come only after the passage of time.
A round man cannot be expected to fit in a square hole right away. He must have time to modify his shape.
Don’t worry about the world coming to an end today. It is already tomorrow in Australia.