Close your eyes, real tight, and then count to three hundred. That’s all you have to do. You just count to three hundred, and when you open your eyes, five minutes will have passed. And even if it hurts or things are shitty or you don’t know what to do, you just made it through five whole minutes. And when it feels like you can’t go on, you just close your eyes and do it again. That’s all you need. Just five minutes at a time.
To work for God effectively, you have to expand and stretch yourself
Prayer is not a waste of time. It is a good reminder that God is in charge of the Universe. When you pray to Him, you will be fulfilled.
Any time women come together with a collective intention, it’s a powerful thing. Whether it’s sitting down making a quilt, in a kitchen preparing a meal, in a club reading the same book, or around the table playing cards, or planning a birthday party, when women come together with a collective intention, magic happens.
Is this my dream, or the truth?O would that we had metWhen I had my burning youth;But I grow old among dreams,A weather-worn, marble tritonAmong the streams.
No matter how vivid memories may be, they can’t win out against the power of time.
You even forget what time it is, when you are doing what you love.
Time’s a goon, right? You gonna let that goon push you around?” Scotty shook his head. “The goon won.
Time is within a border. Anything that goes out from a border enters another border or another dimension.
He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time.
POZZO: I woke up one fine day as blind as Fortune. Sometimes I wonder if I’m not still asleep.VLADIMIR: And when was that?POZZO: I don’t know.VLADIMIR: But no later than yesterday—POZZO: Don’t question me! The blind have no notion of time . The things of time are hidden from them too.VLADIMIR: Well just fancy that! I could have sworn it was just the opposite.
Time doesn’t change anything; that is why we still worship asshole Arabs.
In the economy of life, time is the truest currency, lavishly spent by those less fortunate but carefully budgeted by the affluent. For the poor, it is a river flowing unchecked; for the wealthy, every drop counts in the ocean of thriving
Zylar could not predict what medicine would make her better. Maybe healing would require art, music, or simply the solace of time. Whatever it took, he would help her surmount this tragedy.
He was thinking what a long and wide thing time is, to have so many happenings in it.
Lifestyle. The answers aren’t all in the money you make…it’s in how you operate. Rich dudes with no time don’t love their life. Money and meaning should go together. It’s a choice. When you bide your time for freedom…you get neither.
I’m wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it’s stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.
But memory and time aren’t friends. They reject each other, they hurry in opposite directions, pulling the binding taut between them, threatening to snap.
To alter the rate of time is physically equivalent to simultaneously altering the speed of light / Planck’s constant inversely proportionally with each other.
I did pay many years to figure out that every rock bottom I hit was when I gave in to the idea of time and lost track of my purpose. And it took even longer only to realize when I stopped thinking about time, it stopped getting to me. It’s not rocket science at all.
If you feel like your dreams are too big, pray for wisdom to keep them alive. Let God Almighty help you so that the time you invest in those dreams can produce fruitful outcomes.
Things happen for a reason, and the only thing you can do is at night time get on your knees and ask God for forgiveness for anything that you did that you didn’t feel was right.
I don’t think a single one of them had any clear idea of time, as we at the end of countless ages have. They still belonged to the beginnings of time—
I think about how time changes everything It brings out the villian in all of us. But things happen for the best, in the end.
I live with the feeling that the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland is always rushing me.
It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.
You can be a natural athlete with terrible work habits, and that ends up wasting your gifts.
Money isn’t the most precious of all resources. Time is. Those who have a lot of it to spare on themselves are the richest. Those who have a lot of it to spend on others are the kindest.
From our immersion in scarcity arise the habits of scarcity. From the scarcity of time arises the habit of hurrying. From the scarcity of money comes the habit of greed. From the scarcity of attention comes the habit of showing off. From the scarcity of meaningful labor comes the habit of laziness. From the scarcity of unconditional acceptance comes the habit of manipulation.
Always be the light. Do not wait for others to take responsibility
If you attempt to blueshift your brain matter while simultaneously using your mental focus to extricate any red shifting (slowing down) of details in your life, you’ll become trapped in an optimism loop with no forward progress actually possible.
Flowers wait for the perfect time,in order to bloom for you and me, – bringing happiness, their goal in life,while people just aim to be right, though with strife.
The internet is the flattening of time. It is the place where the last and the present exist on one single plane. But proportionally, because the present calcifies into the past, even now, as we speak, perhaps it is more accurate to say that the internet almost wholly consists of the past. It is the place we go to commune with the past.
Man is the result of slow growth; that is why he occupies the position he does in animal life. What does a pup amount to that has gained its growth in a few days or weeks, beside a man who only attains it in as many years.
No, the majority of people just survive, they think their things have a value but nothing does. Things only have a price, based on expectation, and I do business with that. The only thing of value on Earth is time. One second will always be a second, there’s no negotiating with that.
Foolishness sleeps soundly, while knowledge turns with each thinking hour, longing for the dawn of answers.
Don’t spend your time and energy focusing on how something else stopped you.
Somehow everything always came down to time, she realized with perfect lucidity. There was either too much or too little. It either passed too quickly or too slowly. It didn’t belong to anyone—it was simply a gift, bestowed by God, and yet eternally taken for granted. She closed her eyes for a moment, wishing Time could be tamed—reigned in—and tethered, synchronized with human needs and wants. But that wasn’t the case, was it?
I think history repeats itself. There’s a constant conversation between the oppressed and the oppressor. No matter what your field is, whether it’s gender equality, the Time’s Up movement, or diversity casting, it’s always going to be a back-and-forth battle.
Time doesn’t pass. That’s just a human myth. Time’s all round us, like some kind of jelly. It’s just human life that passes.
The goal is not to be delivered of your problem only but to be an instrument of God
Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one.
Yesterday I learned that hours are nothing but bodiesWe kill upon confronting,Or perhaps they are the onesThat backstab us as soon as they are behind…
That, in fact, nothing is as simple as it seems, or, more, nothing is at all as it seems, and usually older. That this ground could have been carried by the wind before settling here.
What is bad today will be good tomorrow,just as what is good today was absurd yesterday.The world changes, people evolve, time transforms,the future breaks with the past in a cyclical and constant dance,until everything is present again.
I got tired of feeling like Dracula. I wanted to see some daylight, and not just at six o’clock in the morning.
Take a minute to reflect on how you have been living. Let it remind you to use your time effectively.
We teach our child many things I don’t believe in, and almost nothing I do believe in. We teach punctuality, particularly if the enforcement of it disturbs the peace. My father taught me, by example, that the greatest defeat in life was to miss a train. Only after many years did I learn that an escaping train carries away with it nothing vital to my health. Railroad trains are such magnificent objects we commonly mistake them for Destiny.
She had needed the time to know that this love would not destroy her, and I had, I now knew, given her that time, could give it, for it was what I had in great supply.
Looking back, we were the luckiest people in the world. There was no choice but to be pioneers; no time to be beginners.
Time is the single most important resource that we have. Every single minute we lose is never coming back.
Time like space, is part of the permanent context of life. Time does not pass, we pass.
We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything – what a waste!
What I loved, aside from the work of making, was the self-forgetfulness of the labour, the immersion in a kind of trance of attention that was as unlike daily thinking as dream logic is to waking.