We all know we have a finite period of time. I just feel if I’m going to be alive, I want to be challenged – to be as immortal as possible. The path to that isn’t an easy way, but it’s a rewarding way.
I’ve changed my ways a little, I cannot nowRun with you in the evenings along the shore,Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment,You see me there.
Becoming older doesn’t sadden me. The never ending length between a memory does.
Effective time management involves having our ‘To-Do List’ empty out at a speed that keeps pace with the upper-half of the hour-glass.
Every day of your life, pray that God can help you become wiser so that you can use your time wisely.
Inna Sacred Globe, Light Inna Gift Heralds The Time’s Passage
And So It Came To Pass That The Hourglass Orifices Hexagonal Prismatics At Its Zenith, Although Nor Half Empty Nor Half Full In The Time Consumed, Was The Topaz Orange Elixir Of Magic In The Town Portal To King Leoric’s Tomb
You always get things that teach you and steps to grow, but there is a confidence that is gained and a deep understanding of what it means to be supported by your knowledge – not by some team that is there to create confidence; it is there within you. That takes time. That takes teachers. That takes taking risks.
Do you wrestle with dreams?Do you contend with shadows?Do you move in a kind of sleep? Time has slipped away.Your life is stolen.You tarried with trifles, Victim of your folly.
Life would go out in a ‘fraction of a second’ (that was the phrase), but all night he had been realizing that time depends on clocks and the passage of light. There were no clocks and the light wouldn’t change. Nobody really knew how long a second of pain could be. It might last a whole purgatory–or for ever.
Time isn’t precious at all, because it is an illusion. What you perceive as precious is not time but the one point that is out of time: the Now. That is precious indeed. The more you are focused on time—past and future—the more you miss the Now, the most precious thing there is.
Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.
You may treat the past and future as realities, but they are only realities in your memory and imagination. Only the present exists.
Every time I say ‘no’ to a small temptation, I strengthen my will to say ‘no’ to a greater one.
Time refused to answer her. There was no this time, no next time, no time at all.
O tempo, como todos sabemos, passa. Se ele volta exatamente da mesma maneira, é questionável.
Sometimes we feel lonely,Like another brickAnother wallLike no one needs you at all.Life isn’t supposed to be like that,Just think for a while;You’re the brick the wall needs,You’re a masterpiece.Open your eyes,And you’ll seeAll the love around you;It was all the time beside you,You were too blind to realizeDon´t you?
The illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean-tide, on which we and all the Universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb—for we have no word to speak about it.
We are no longer in the dispensation of age and experience. We are in the era of knowledge and information. Information leads a true leader and a true leader leads others.
My time in Florida was an education in corporate and government corruption.
To them, as to Magnus, time was like rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted.Until you loved a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser’s hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through your fingers.
Locate the needs of the people and find out how best you can help them before bringing them to Christ
Sie litten alle unter der Angst, keine Zeit für alles zu haben, und wussten nicht, dass Zeit haben nichts anderes heißt, als keine Zeit für alles zu haben.
Any action is often better than no action, especially if you have been stuck in an unhappy situation for a long time. If it is a mistake, at least you learn something, in which case it’s no longer a mistake. If you remain stuck, you learn nothing.
It’s not the 3 bucks you spend on the game, it’s the time you sunk into it.
The past is a distraction, a source of envy, enmity, bitterness. Only the present matters, for only in the present can we shape the future.Cut loose the past; it is dead weight.Let the Extirpation continue. Let it never end.
Every time we learn a new thing, we open doors for opportunities.
The paddle which only keeps you in same place or take you to backwards wastes time.
Don’t try to tell me that time is a healer because time also kills people.
Dreams take time to come alive, but when you make some time and work on them, you will be filled with delight.
Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time, and sometimes it seemed to me that her abandonment touched that strange mathematical point of endlessness, a point with no width, occupying no space.
The world is so competitive, aggressive, consumive, selfish and during the time we spend here we must be all but that.
All this talk about raising awareness and reaching for a higher mind is not literal. It’s just a metaphor to describe gaining an awareness of the frequency nature of reality. They might have called it uyr outer mind or inner being. It doesn’t matter. It’s not a direction in physical space.
Knowing what to do with time is the first step to take when you lose your job
Modern man thinks he loses something—time—when he does not do things quickly. Yet he does not know what to do with the time he gains—except kill it.
I like seeing construction, even if it’s just renovation, because it symbolizes one thing: Hope. If tomorrow looks worse than today, and the day after looks worse than tomorrow, and despair permeates the air, then decay defeats repair.
Time is more value than money. You can get more money, but you cannot get more time.
The devil ain’t got no power over me. The devil come, and me shake hands with the devil. Devil have his part to play. Devil’s a good friend, too… because when you don’t know him, that’s the time he can mosh you down.
Time slows, swirls, repeats. Each step is hard going, the heavy pack peeling me back off the slope or jamming me into it. Spindrift hisses into my face, frets my cheeks. I murmur a mantra to myself: Take the time that needs to be taken, take the time that needs to be taken.
It’s not out of the question that eventually, using Ai, to realistically shield and synthesize the envelope of a specific environment, and then actualizing destructive and constructive interference patterns will lead to, if not instantaneous materialization, then certainly a directional indication towards the most visible source of that matching vibrational resonance model. I call this the frequencies equation.
Maggots gnaw on timeGlistening ghostly in dark crevicesAs I wait, resigned
I sound contemptuous, but I am not. I am interested–intrigued even–by the way time erases real lives, leaving only vague imprints. Blood and spirit fade away so that only names and dates remain.
You usually get exactly what you want. Haven’t you realized? You need only be careful of your intentions.
It’s being here now that’s important. There’s no past and there’s no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can’t relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don’t know if there is one.
1976. Remember when Stretch Armstrong was the pinnacle of human achievement?
Time is not successive, he said. It is concrete, cosntant, simultaneous, and not uniform.
It is not until an age has receded into history, and all its mediocrity has dropped away from it, that we can see it as it is — as a group of men of genius. We forget the immense amount of twaddle that the great epochs produced.
Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.
I’ll come and make love to you at five o’clock. If I’m late start without me.
Time has taught me not to lose hope, yet not to trust too much in hope either.
I can do this… I can start over. I can save my own life and I’m never going to be alone as long as I have stars to wish on and people to still love.
Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, ‘You owe me.’ Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.
We are all at the center of our own narrative, but it’s a narrative that changes every time we retell it.
When Max imagined that even the surface of the sun was frozen still and that everything in the infinite universe he’d learned about in astronomy had take a time-out because his little brother found a key in the woods behind St. Monroe Elementary, his head started to spin.
What I’m saying is . . . remembering feels like time travel, right? Dreaming works the same way. Well, what if that’s all we have in the first place? Thoughts arranged in time. And we’re free—if we can only learn how—to change those thoughts around all we like. So no predestination. One world. One ever-changing universe. And we can change it!