Time is like a barber, it shears you first and then shows you your own face in the mirror. (Marrying Nusrat)
Be not afraid of whirlpools, of strong winds, and murky waves.Fear the creature that dwellsin the darkest depths, the ice-shackled Kraken,that threatens to surfaceand your soul to keep.
I could watch him do this until morning — never asking questions and never interrupting his work. I worship quietly — his intense focus and attention to detail and then, out of no where, I realize the inconvenient, inappropriate truth: ‘I love this man… and it has swallowed me.
Max had once read in one of his father’s books that some childhood images become engraved in the mind like photographs, like scenes you can return to again and again and will always remember, no matter how much time goes by.
The more often I’m simply around, the more likely there will be opportunities for a good conversation. The more regularly I’m present, the freer my children feel to talk to me about what’s really going on. You and I need to work toward quantity of time with our kids. Only out of quantity will we find the quality we long for.
I have been in love only once in my life. I suppose that makes me a romantic, in a sense. The idea that you have one true love, that no one else will compare after they have gone. It’s a sweet idea, but the reality is terror itself. To be faced with all those lonely years after. To exist when the point of you has gone.
Attitude and enthusiasm play a big part in my life. I get excited about the things that inspire me. I also believe in laughing and having a good time.
My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.
At that moment the rooster was a tiny, light brown, fluffy ball. No clues to future developments could yet be discerned. All existence went along happily under the will of heaven. With the accelerating motion of nonexistence, unstable embarrassing details gradually displaced themselves.
Time! On whose arbitrary wingThe varying hours must flag or fly,Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring,But drag or drive us on to die
It is cruel that we are granted the desire to know, but denied the time to do so properly. We all die frustrated; it is the greatest lesson we have to learn.
Everything we want to do in life requires discipline. And like strength, flexibility, and endurance, it can be built up over time.
Never sleep on opportunities because there will be plenty of time to rest between them.
For time may be a river,But the mind is a tide.They say the river can’t be turned, Yet the tide can shift and slide…
It seems like every time you come up something happens to bring you back down.
Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.
Timothy Snyder has already left for Canada.Follow the great thinkers.Read them, take their words in deeply, and see where they goand when.Is it really all about money and acquisition?Not my life, my work, my days, my priorities.
This life therefore is not righteousness, but growth in righteousness, not health, but healing, not being but becoming, not rest but exercise. We are not yet what we shall be, but we are growing toward it, the process is not yet finished, but it is going on, this is not the end, but it is the road. All does not yet gleam in glory, but all is being purified.
When fiction has become reality, life may turn into a fairy tale or a firestorm. Tina, time has come to pull up one’s socks and start relearning and reassessing living. (Another empty room)
There is something magical about the world at night. Sitting at the dining room table, sipping a glass of iced tea, I can totally understand why Dad gets up so early. Minutes seem to last longer when the rest of the world is asleep.
What you lack in talent can be made up with desire, hustle and giving 110 percent all the time.
What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time.
I’m going to follow this invisible red thread until I find myself again… until I finally figure out… who I’m meant to be.
I let my feet spend as little time on the ground as possible. From the air, fast down, and from the ground, fast up.
They have gone. And the tunnel is about to close. So, boys, I am looking for someone to blame.
If you desire a major win, spend more time chasing your dreams. Do not be derailed by obstacles or criticisms.
Want to have a short phone call with someone? Call them at 11:55 a.m., right before lunch. They’ll talk fast. You may think you are interesting, but you are not more interesting than lunch.
Luck has nothing to do with it, because I have spent many, many hours, countless hours, on the court working for my one moment in time, not knowing when it would come.
Who said, ‘All Time’s delightHath she for narrow bed;Life’s troubled bubble broken’? —That’s what I said.
Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently.
To help a friend in need is easy, but to give him your time is not always opportune.
But now isn’t simply now. Now is also a cold reminder: one whole day later than yesterday, one year later than last year. Every now is labeled with its date, rendering all past nows obsolete, until — later of sooner — perhaps — no, not perhaps — quite certainly: it will come.
Every time I step onto the stage, it’s not only proving to the audience that I’m capable but to myself.
Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn’t tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn’t fixed. It wavered, stretched, shrank. Or was it me that wavered, stretched, and shrank in the silence? I was warped in the folds of time, like a reflection in a fun house mirror.
This is no time for ease and comfort. It is time to dare and endure.
My game is based on improvisation. Often, a forward does not have the time to think too much. You have a second, rarely more, to decide whether to dribble, shoot or pass to the right or left. It is instinct that gives the orders.
When we mourn those who die young – those who have been robbed of time – we weep for lost joys. We weep for opportunities and pleasure we ourselves have never known. We feel sure that somehow that young body would have known the yearning delight for which we searched in vain all our lives. We believe that the untried soul, trapped in its young prison, might have flown free and known the joy that we still seek.
Open your eyes. This horrible mess is your life. There is no sense in waiting for it to get better. Stop putting it off and live it.
A time will come when you no longer have time to do the things you want. So, do not waste any time.
They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.
There is no science in this world like physics. Nothing comes close to the precision with which physics enables you to understand the world around you. It’s the laws of physics that allow us to say exactly what time the sun is going to rise. What time the eclipse is going to begin. What time the eclipse is going to end.
President Obama launched the dangerous Desoto Solar Farm to the world at a time we knew there were major technical problems with it!
This is going to take forever.I wouldn’t mind spending forever with you, Zaid winked.
It’s so egotistical to believe that we know more about someone else’s reality than they do, and such a waste of time.
Time, we like to say, cures all. But maybe the old saying doesn’t mean time heals. Time cures a secret in its brine, keeping it and finally, paradoxically, destroying it. Nothing is left in that salt solution but the pain or rage, the biting shame that lodged it there. Even they are diluted or denied.
Time is a created thing. To say ‘I don’t have time,’ is like saying, ‘I don’t want to.
Of course, winning is much better than losing. No argument there. But winning or losing doesn’t affect the weight and value of the time. It’s the same time, either way. A minute is a minute, an hour is an hour. We need to cherish it. We need to deftly reconcile ourselves with time, and leave behind as many precious memories as we can -that’s what’s the most valuable.
Death is what gives our lives urgency, an awareness that time isn’t infinite.
By the time I left Florida, I had no faith in its systems of worker protection.
The spectacles of experience; through them you will see clearly a second time.
Of all the things a man may do, sleep probably contributes most to keeping him sane. It puts brackets about each day. If you do something foolish or painful today, you get irritated if somebody mentions it, today. If it happened yesterday, though, you can nod or chuckle, as the case may be. You’ve crossed through nothingness or dream to another island in Time.
Some things are exactly how we leave them. Years go by and we long, passion builds, loss extends and we miss forbidden memories. Every once in awhile I long for what used to be instead of what is. I remember how I left it, last words said, how your voice echoes. It’s not sadness. It’s not quite happiness. It was bittersweet. Things were bittersweet. I still think of it quite often and wonder if the memories for you ever soften.
I’ve got a lot of fans, but I say friends, because every time I meet a fan somewhere around the world, I don’t consider them a fan; I consider them as a friend.
If [hand-drawn animation] is a dying craft, we can’t do anything about it. Civilization moves on. Where are all the fresco painters now? Where are the landscape artists? What are they doing now? The world is changing. I have been very fortunate to be able to do the same job for 40 years. That’s rare in any era.