Because we believe that one moment is more or less like the next, we lose touch with the essential urgency of the present, the fact that each passing moment is the one moment for the practice of freedom.
My parents were divorced by the time I was even conscious – like, I don’t remember them ever being together.
I can’t even see me wasting my time or my talent to disrespect another black man.
Life is measured by a collection of moments rather than the passing of minutes.
We can be tired, weary and emotionally distraught, but after spending time alone with God, we find that He injects into our bodies energy, power and strength.
I disliked couples therapy, as the same problems were getting discussed every time and nothing really improved in the relationship.
The circular shape of the clock gives us the illusion that time repeats itself.
She would fain have caught at the skirts of that departing time, and prayed it to return, and give her back what she had too little valued while it was yet in her possession. What a vain show Life seemed! How unsubstantial, and flickering, and flitting! It was as if from some aerial belfry, high up above the stir and jar of the earth, there was a bell continually tolling, ‘All are shadows!—all are passing!—all is past!
I suppose we go out to sea because we want, eventually, to come home. I know this now, but it was new to me then. The best way to experience home is to lose it for a while. Then, when it is gone, you can know what it is. You can yearn to return to it. It is a form of wounding. You welcome the scar so it will remind you of where you once were.
I’ve been called a recluse. There’s definitely truth in that. I like to spend time alone.
Every business is built around a secret. The bigger the business, the bigger the secret.
The hours here are flat and round, disks of gray layered one on top of the other…they move slowly, at a grind, until it seems as though they are not moving at all. They are just pressing down…
The schoolroom clock was worn raw by stares; and you couldn’t look up at the big Puritanical face of it and not feel the countless years of young eyes reflected in it, urging it onwards. It was a dark, old spirit that didn’t so much mark time as bequeath it.
Inna Whorl Turn Ring A Portal Rifts A Vortex, The Key To The Past Maps The Future
Sometimes, the aftermath is more devastating than the storm. That is the story of the 2008 financial crisis. It was disastrous at the time, but what has been worse is how long it has lingered.
If you start Forrest Gump at exactly 10:38:57 PM on New Years Eve, you can ring in the new year with Lieutenant Dan.
The candle glimmers but an hour. The nightLooms in its ancient hunger. Would you knowThe tragedy of human love and need?Gaze on the stars, then on a brother’s face!
Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment before the wind seals up the gap, and the world is in shadows again.
Procrasdemon will steal the most valuable asset you have – time.
The days were longer then (for time, like money, is measured by our needs), when summer afternoons were spacious, and the clock ticked slowly in the winter evenings.
I love to spend a lot of time on my own. I can seriously go into my own head and often love to let myself travel where I don’t know where I’m going.
The time you profligate in procrastinating is the actual wealth you are wasting.
THE FOUR HEAVENLY FOUNTAINSLaugh, I tell youAnd you will turn backThe hands of time.Smile, I tell youAnd you will reflectThe face of the divine.Sing, I tell youAnd all the angels will sing with you!Cry, I tell youAnd the reflections found in your pool of tears -Will remind you of the lessons of today and yesterdayTo guide you through the fears of tomorrow.
Firm the whole fabric stood,Or seemed to stand, and soundAs it had stood before.But nothing backward climbs,And when I looked aroundAs at the former times,There was Life—pale and hoar;And slow it said to me,‘Twice-over cannot be!
Time is fluid, like the wide sky that fades into bright orange in a sunset in The Ozarks. Here on my duck farm, every moment is meant to be sipped and savored like a slow mimosa.
I think every girl’s dream is to find a bad boy at the right time, when he wants to not be bad anymore.
For he lives twice who can at once employ,The present well, and e’en the past enjoy.
If we had time, we would play.’ His hands tightened on my waist. ‘But we don’t have time, Princess.
Dreams can change with the varying seasons of life. There will be a season when you wish you could still dream, but time will not be on your side. Cherish every moment, and do not let your dreams slide.
An imagined landscape, then, is a landscape not of being but of becoming: a composition not of objects and surfaces but of movements and stillness, not there to be surveyed but cast in the current of time.
How can you say: I love you forever! ; Whereas bit of time can change everything
The takeaway from Mynt’s variable derived by modifying Planck’s constant is that it’s not a constant; it’s a variable, and you are the one who shifts it slightly. How you shift determines which timeline you subjectively observe. Conscious awareness determines the rate at which Planck’s constant flickers.
You will never find time for anything. If you want time, you must make it.
Between two worlds life hovers like a star ’Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon’s verge.How little do we know that which we are! How less what we may be! The eternal surgeOf time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles. As the old burst, new emerge,Lash’d from the foam of ages; while the gravesOf empires heave but like some passing waves.
Let us strive together to part with time more reluctantly, to watch the pinions of the fleeting moment until they are dim in the distance, and the new-coming moment claims our attention.
As our life is our main provisional value, ‘taking the time’ to interpret our experiences is a momentous choice. Time, life and choice outline a trilogy that can solve and unite so as to vanquish the powerlessness which we might face on our path. (Could time be patient?)
I have no next time, each moment is unique, different from every other moment, and many are wasted by my own indolence.
When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.
Time—how often has she heard it described as sand within a glass, steady, constant. But that is a lie, because she can feel it quicken, crashing toward her.
If you don’t write when you don’t have time for it, you won’t write when you do have time for it.
To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a rage almost all the time.
If you’ve ever tried to keep a diary, then you’ll know that the problem of trying to write about the past really starts in the present: No matter how fast you write, you’re always stuck in the then and you can never catch up to what’s happening now, which means that now is pretty much doomed to extinction.
I realized how Latina I was, and then also, at the same time, how not Latina enough I was, because I’m born and raised in Los Angeles. I speak Spanish, but I don’t speak perfect Spanish, not like a native speaker.
Live-tweeting your bikini wax is not vulnerability. Nor is posting a blow-by-blow of your divorce . That’s an attempt to hot-wire connection. But you can’t cheat real connection. It’s built up slowly. It’s about trust and time.
If God created time & space, he would be beyond Time & space, that means if any religion talks about a judgment day where god’s presence is mandatory to judge your deed, is pure stupidity. God would not need to wait for a time till the end of this universe to judge you.
Live while you still can. Dream while you still can and attain your dreams while you still have time on your hands.
Anything that’s not positive, I don’t have the energy to focus on it. Anything that’s not going in the right direction, I don’t have the time or the energy.
Only we pass through time, measuring our growth and observing our disappearance. Time does not pass. Time does not measure us; instead, we measure time and are the measure of time.
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
There are three factors that influence the human experience through this journey called Life. Time. Divinity. Grace. While your time on the planet is always subject to surprises and upheavals, divinity and grace are freely, constantly, available. And the best way to deal with the inscrutable and unpredictable nature of time is to embrace the constants, divinity and grace. That’s how you learn to flow with Life – without resisting what is, with equanimity.
Time is a fickle thing. When you are at peace and enjoying yourself, time seems to have wings. But when you are facing the toughest times, it seems to be a tortoise.
Most people have a harder time letting themselves love than finding someone to love them.