We are drowning in information, while starving for wisdom. The world henceforth will be run by synthesizers, people able to put together the right information at the right time, think critically about it, and make important choices wisely.
Getting fired from work does not make you a failure. Letting it take control of your life is what does
Because neither she nor Port had ever lived a life of any kind of regularity, they had both made the fatal error of coming hazily to regard time as non-existent. One year was like another year. Eventually everything would happen.
Falsehood may silence truth for a time, but it can never erase it.
The first step towards mastering time is always to make time meaningless
Anyone who thought time healed all wounds must have sustained only the most minor lacerations.
It is requisite for the relaxation of the mind that we make use, from time to time, of playful deeds and jokes.
Dogs, we use the sky to tell time, like any sensible creature. Sky says it’s dawn? Time to eat. It’s noon? Time to eat. It’s afternoon? Time to eat. It’s dusk? Time to eat. It’s midnight? Time to eat.Point is, it’s always time to eat.
A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.
During the early days and weeks of her solitude Frances had come to realise that grief like illness is unstable; it ebbs and flows in tides, it steals away to a distance and then comes roaring back, it torments by deception. It plays games with time and with reality.
The time is now, the person is you; better your life and become a name to conjure with in this day and age.
Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The powers of darkness will in time, Be crushed by the spirit of light.
As people are walking all the time, in the same spot, a path appears.
The kids see me idling on a computer for hours every day. The reality is I am changing the world.
You have to discover how best you can manage your time to carry out your work effectively
The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.
As she’d left, I’d glanced at her gun.This time, when she’d pointed it at me, she’d flicked the safety on. If that wasn’t true love, I don’t know what was.
There’s chaos in stillnessWhen the heart remembers Love’s forgotten forever.
When every minute of your day is planned & you are packed for days, you shall soon realize that the pain of past fades, vision of life gets clearer and all that seemed to poison your life Ceases to exist.
What was closure if not a clock? Not an end as everyone imagined, but a beginning.
Today is the one that introduces Yesterday to Tomorrow. If it weren’t for Today, Nostalgia would never meet Hope.
Each person is an enigma. You’re a puzzle not only to yourself but also to everyone else, and the great mystery of our time is how we penetrate this puzzle.
During my time in Florida, I got used to the smell of overheating electrical equipment.
At a time like this, scorching irony, not convincing argument, is needed.
Time and death: It’s the ultimate vision of an artist at the end of everything. It’s just what’s there. It was not something I planned to do.
As much as force surrounding you they will leave you alone in the time of difficulty and hardship.
The special virtue of freedom is not that it makes you richer and more powerful but that it gives you more time to understand what it means to be alive.
You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.
They’ll say you are bador perhaps you are mador at least you should stay undercover.Your mind must be bareif you would dareto think you can love more than one lover.
The important thing is that man is lost in time, in the moment that immediately precedes him – which only attests, by reflection, to the fact that he is lost in the moment that follows
Each tick had been another memory clicking by, but now, all other faces were forgotten.
Time is all we get, and the double-edged sword of our intelligence is knowing that our time will end. To fight that fear, we spend too much time acting as though it will never end.
Did he think I was still hung up on Vince? Was that why he was giving me time? Time was the last thing I wanted right now. Time sucked. Time could drive off a cliff.
Those years are a dark smear across my memory. Everything feels blurry and hollow. Plague drains not only victims but whole cities of life. It freezes trade, decays parishes, forbids lovemaking, turns childrearing into a dance with death. Most of all, it steals time. Days boarded up in sick houses or clean, pass in a swirl of flat gray. Plague time is different. It stretches and looms.
…And meanwhile the Galaxy ran through space and left behind those signs old and new and I still hadn’t found mine.
The jumbled brick and stone of the city’s landscape is a medley of style in which centuries and decades rub shoulders in a disorder that denies the sequence of time.
It’s good to know certain things:What’s departed, in order to know what’s left to come;That water’s immeasurable and incomprehensibleAnd blows in the airWhere all that’s fallen and silent becomes invisible;That fire’s the light our names are carved in.That shame is a garment of sorrow;That time is the Adversary, and stays sleepless and wants for nothing;That clouds are unequal and words are.
She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.
And he said……when the past becomes your future, then there was no today.
Time plays like an accordion in the way it can stretch out and compress itself in a thousand melodic ways. Months on end may pass blindingly in a quick series of chords, open-shut, together-apart; and then a single melancholy week may seem like a year’s pining, one long unfolding note.
Time obliterates the fictions of opinion and confirms the decisions of nature.
There will be time, there will be timeTo prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;There will be time to murder and create,And time for all the works and days of handsThat lift and drop a question on your plate;Time for you and time for me,And time yet for a hundred indecisions,And for a hundred visions and revisions,Before the taking of a toast and tea.
When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
Watches and clocks are round, like the product Brick Oven serves with five-star flavor, because it’s always pizza time. But I’m always split over what to order, because I make their wings disappear like I’m Amelia Earhart.
Time was a dazzling lie, a magician worth a bird in his hat. The truth, I felt certain, was that everything happened at once. How old was I? I was every age at the same time. All the days of our lives were today.
There’s something that runs deeper than that – biological instinct, perhaps, that won’t let you go through with mutilating yourself.
The way to work with a bully is to take the ball and go home. First time, every time. When there’s no ball, there’s no game. Bullies hate that. So they’ll either behave so they can play with you or they’ll go bully someone else.
…tiempo al tiempo, que suele dar dulce salida a muchas amargas dificultades
Remember to treasure those moments which have taught you great lessonsThose mistakes you made that seemed so unforgiving yesterday and today have made you a better personTreasure the good times but value the difficult. Lessons are never learnt easy
Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
Lying in bed, the day begins to unfold, and a quiet unease lingers… Will there be enough hours to bring everything waiting in the mind to life?
There are few things more mysterious than endings. I mean, for example, when did the Greek gods end, exactly? Was there a day when Zeus waved magisterially down from Olympus and Aphrodite and her lover Ares, and her crippled husband Hephaestus ) I always felt sorry for him), and all the rest got rolled up like a worn-out carpet?