Her hands crept around his neck, tangling in his hair to keep him closer, even though she knew that beautiful boys with expiration dates couldn’t be held, only borrowed for a time.
You can fool some of the people all the time, and those are the ones you want to concentrate on.
The reality you want is not located in the future. It’s located in a different mode of thinking.
Time is a horrible temptress to waste one’s life pondering.
Your hand can seize today, but not tomorrow; and thoughts of your tomorrow are nothing but desire. Don’t waste this breath, if your heart isn’t crazy, since the rest of your life won’t last forever.
In the coming days and weeks, Laila would scramble frantically to commit it all to memory, what happened next. Like an art lover running out of a burning museum, she would grab whatever she could–a look, a whisper, a moan–to salvage from perishing to preserve. But time is the most unforgiving of fires, and she couldn’t, in the end, save it all.
Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
The simplest principles become difficult of practice, when habits, formed in error, have been fixed by time, and the simplest truths hard to receive when prejudice has warped the mind.
Monotony is the most beautiful or the most atrocious thing. The most beautiful if it is a reflection of eternity–the most atrocious if it is the sign of an unvarying perpetuity. It is time surpassed or time sterilized.
Time in the tower full of death stands completely still. The only movement seems to come from the hands of the manually wound watch that stubbornly ticks away every second.
And in a moment of pure magic, our lips touched tenderly and sensitively. Then time, space, and meteors paused…
The only justification for our concepts and systems of concepts is that they serve to represent the complex of our experiences; beyond this they have no legitimacy.
Time is money, money is power, power is pizza, and pizza is knowledge, let’s go!
If you allow your wounds to stop you from working on your dreams, you will eventually look back and realize you lost time. More wounds will come from regretting the time you wasted in the past. Focus on healing your inner wounds now, and then strive for new opportunities in life.
The time that leads to mastery is dependent on the intensity of our focus.
Why did they go away, do you think? If there ever were such things.Who knows? Times change. Would you call this age a good one for unicorns?No, but I wonder if any man before us ever thought his time a good time for unicorns.
People who make things also have an ambiguous relationship with time. Painters, writers, wood-carvers, knitters, weavers and, yes, glassmakers: creators often enter an absorbed state that psychologists call flow, in which hours pass without their noticing.
When you work out or you’re doing anything active, it’s more fun as a group. You may lose track of the time, and the next thing you know, you’re working out for two hours because you’re having fun.
Months are different in college, especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they’re like dog months.
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
How you spend your time is more important than how you spend your money. Money mistakes can be corrected, but time is gone forever.
Lose not yourself in a far off time, seize the moment that is thine.
-the woman she was and the woman she might have been and the woman she would always be, forever intersecting and colliding, a thousand birds falling from a thousand oaks, over and over.
We were created by God to carry out and fulfill His divine purpose for our lives
Adventure works in any strand—it calls to those who care more for living than for their lives.
The only thing that proves to be right is Time, which slowly and steadily brings every mistake and every truth to light.
Have enough sense to know, ahead of time, when your skills will not extend to wallpapering.
I want to be a cold-blooded historian, not one who is holding a blazing torch. Let time be the judge. Time is just, but only in the long term—not in the short term. The time we won’t live to see, which will be free of our prejudices.
In this age of dramatic distraction, stop managing your time, start managing your focus.
Life becomes a dilemma when you are living a purposeless and goalless life
Before the blue of night meets the pink of sunrise, there is a transition of lavender. It’s a gradient of color that stretches its fade through time, and that gives each moment a unique and exquisite existence.
For all the compasses in the world, there’s only one direction, and time is its only measure.
There is no time machineTo seeWhat happenedIn the past;If you canInvent it;But all they inventIs liesAnd fake evidence;There are no crimesReasoning is easy when no one can knowJustice Is A Joke (Time Machine) / Apocalypse Revolution
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,And after many a summer dies the swan.
Realise, fool, Idiot, that it Is not your Potential that counts.It is what you are now, What you are thinking now, Here. Tomorrow is nothing. It does not exist. Today, we lay the patterns For tomorrow. Today is the time to Change everything. Not next week, For Christ’s sake. Remember this,Of course, the whole Answer is summed up In one neat word – Death.
What should we all do without the calendar, when we want to put off a disagreeable duty? The admirable arrangements of the solar system, by which our time is measured, always supply us with a term before which it is hardly worth while to set about anything we are disinclined to.
If you quit every time you face a new challenge, giving up can change how you view yourself. You may begin to think you’re weak or that you’re a failure because you can’t seem to stick with things long enough to see positive results.
One of things I like about looking at pictures when you’re young and also meeting back with old friends you haven’t seen in a long time is, for me, it’s a glimpse of who I was.
Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.
I wonder if my lost time is rolling around somewhere. I could have loved someone with that time — I could have done something beautiful for someone. But I’ve nothing to show for that lost time. No waste, no ruin, no regrets, no pain. No feeling of having been alive.
You may dream big, but if you do not devote time to your dreams, they will always remain dreams.
Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and your self-respect and everything that goes along with with your self-esteem. They’re no good at all.
In the darkness of night,Demons strut, taunting, goading.In the light of day,Angels sing glorious songs.In the time in between,We live our lives alone and searching.And sometimes, softly,You understand damnation.All is forgotten, all is lost,All but forgivenessAnd the memory of her kiss.
History was, is, a one-way street. You have to keep walking forwards, but you don’t always need to look ahead. Sometimes you can just look around and be happy right where you are.
If you spend your career climbing a ladder, you’ll find that no one is holding it for you when it starts to fall.
I love the sight of his naked body.especially in these quiet, vulnerable moments. These brackets of time stapled between dreams and reality are my favorite. There’s a sweetness in this hesitant consciousness – a careful, gentle return of form of function, I’ve found I love these minutes most for the delicate way in which they unfold. It’s tender.Slow motion.Time tying its shoes.
It is time to end the willful incompetence regarding altitude sickness and shift work disorder in professional astronomy.
I think I have many spenglerian moods about the country, and that some day people will look back and think ‘this was a really goofy, unadmirable stupid time.
Time is not possible without space. Everything beyond the “physical” world is either endless or eternal. Absolute void is endless and, therefore, nonexistent. Absolute void is space without space. In absolute space, every point is the same point. Absolute space is pointless and spaceless. A pointless point is out of space or place.
The problem with the world is that most people are living slightly ahead of reality, in a kind of confused panic mode, constantly manifesting and projecting their own futures. If they could only slow down their minds and arrive in the present moment of reality, then, I am sure their world and the overall world would be improved.
Time seemed to stall for Bernice; for a moment, the memory held her captive. How could certain experiences live inside a person like dormant seeds for so long, and then suddenly be resuscitated by something as simple as an unexpected dream or the sparkle of creek water?
The danger of restorative nostalgia lies in its belief that the mutilated ‘wholeness’ of the body politic can be repaired. But the reflective nostalgic understands deep down that loss is irrecoverable: Time wounds all wholes. To exist in Time is to suffer through an endless exile, a successive severing from those precious few moments of feeling at home in the world. In pop terms, Morrissey is the supreme poet of reflective nostalgia.
Grimly, she realized that clocks don’t make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound of a grave.
Whenever you use your time well, you get a step closer to a place of greatness.
The advantage of living is not measured by length, but by use; some men have lived long, and lived little; attend to it while you are in it. It lies in your will, not in the number of years, for you to have lived enough.
English: Time is a life-giving mistake.Česky: „Čas je životodárný omyl.