If time were like a passage of music, you could keep going back to it till you got it right.
Some days some times are remembered by me, in life’s all moments they are cherished by me
But those who forget the past, ignore the present, and fear for the future have a life that is very brief and filled with anxiety: when they come to face death, the wretches understand too late that for such a long time they have busied themselves in doing nothing.
When someone saves your life and gives you life, there’s gratitude, humility; there’s a time you’ve been so blessed you realize you’ve been given another chance at life that maybe you did or didn’t deserve.
The Hopi, an Indian tribe, have a language as sophisticated as ours, but no tenses for past, present and future. The division does not exist. What does this say about time?Matter, that thing the most solid and the well-known, which you are holding in your hands and which makes up your body, is now known to be mostly empty space. Empty space and points of light. What does this say about the reality of the world?
I’d Better Not– A man leaned over to a man in a pubAnd said in a voice‘I used to be thirty seven but now I’m fifty one’.And that’s how the years go.In handfuls.Like somebody is almost at the end of a bag of crispsAnd they tip the bag upAnd it’s as though they’re drinking crisps.That’s how the years go.
Surely even those immune from the world, for the time being, need the touch of one another, or all is lost.
When we feel lost in time, with only shadows of the past living in our mind; when the moment, which “was, no longer is” and when only silence remains, loads of questions arise. We can cry a river or we may wonder: “What went wrong?
People are spending way too much time thinking about climate change, way too little thinking about AI.
One of the surprises of her unoccupied state was the discovery that time, when it is left to itself and no definite demands are made on it, cannot be trusted to move at any recognized pace. Usually it loiters; but just when one has come to count upon its slowness, it may suddenly break into a wild irrational gallop.
Time flies. Especially when you have a great time, when you’re winning and the team is playing great.
Well we’ve left behind the 200X’s, and we move onto the 20XX’s. Maybe that will finally make us feel like we’re living in the future, rather than a media controlled slave state where an iPhone is worth substantially more than a human life. Happy new year.
Tramping is too easy with all this money. My days were more exciting when I was penniless and had to forage around for my next meal… I’ve decided that I’m going to live this life for some time to come. The freedom and simple beauty of it is just too good to pass up.
Pi Is To Time As Phi Is To SORT In Triangulating Its Square Abstracting Its Rectangular Orifice In The Quadratic Sequence
All blame is a waste of time. No matter how much fault you find with another, and regardless of how much you blame him, it will not change you. The only thing blame does is to keep the focus off you when you are looking for… reasons to explain your unhappiness or frustration.
A Pekin duckling in a bowl of water is like a small furry sun sponging up spring. As far as I know, that’s the best way to measure time.
In every battle there comes a time when both sides consider themselves beaten, then he who continues the attack wins.
Much may be done in those little shreds and patches of time which every day produces, and which most men throw away.
If time be of all things the most precious, wasting time must be the greatest prodigality.
Your life would never have a meaning if you don’t have a goal or purpose
This thing all things devours:Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;Gnaws iron, bites steel;Grinds hard stones to meal;Slays king, ruins town,And beats high mountain down.
The last time I ever saw Jeff alive, he gave me a gift – an hourglass. And it took over two decades later for the symbolism to finally dawn on me: an hourglass, gifted from a young man with one foot planted in the next world. His time was running out. Even the hourglass he gifted me appeared to have been stolen – I imagine from the desktop of one of the school classrooms he was hired to clean. Not borrowed time but stolen.
You can’t stop time. You can’t capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.
I had phases of listening to rap and trap, and then I had phases where I’d listen to post-hardcore, rap, grunge, metal… all that. I had different time periods of listening to different music. And now it all clashes together.
Life is like an ice-cream cone, you have to lick it one day at a time.
Well, the first quality of being a good leader is you have to be able to follow. See, a good leader can’t just be the leader all the time, I have to be able to follow.
Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.
My love. We’re all dead. All our days are numbered. That’s the beauty of what Christ did for us—dying so that we could finally taste real life. Pouring Himself out so that we could be filled.
Five a.m. was a blank-faced, indigo wall, trying to press her back into the house, into bed. Five a.m. didn’t want to be messed with or questioned. It wasn’t the insidious shifting shadow miasma of midnight. It was an angry schoolmarm that didn’t expect to be challenged.
What you do with your time daily is essential for spiritual and physical growth
Well, I know what he wanted. Same as all of us. Punting and lectures and drinks at the pub. 1912, forever.
You may work for someone and give your time, but the expertise, growth, and wisdom you gain are yours alone.
Each moment spent on this bright blue planet is precious so use it carefully.
The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.
I used to think I had all the time in the world to do everything I wanted. But what’s the use of having all the time in the world if you’re always wasting it on things that don’t mean a thing?
Time is a created thing. To say I don’t have time, is like saying, I don’t want to
After her husband died, she went away to live with her eldest son, and the round house shared the fate of Sally’s. Where it stood is now a ploughed field. The husband’s sacrifices, the wife’s romance, are as though they had never been – ‘melted into air, into thin air.
We don’t know what we will see and where we’ll reach once we begin to think, once we begin to dream.
Those minutes are my life, I nearly scream. Those minutes that you take so much for granted because you get a thousand of them each day are priceless to me. Your life is measured by title, wealth, and status. My life is measured in grains of sand, trickling from one teardrop to the other.
Certain facts were apparent: dark; cold; thundering boots; quilts; pillow; light under the door—the materials of reality—but I could not pin these materials down in time. And the raw materials of reality without that glue of time are materials adrift and reality is as meaningless as the balsa parts of a model airplane scattered to the wind.
On the whole, human beings want to be good, but not too good, and not quite all the time.
Viewed freely, the English language is the accretion and growth of every dialect, race, and range of time, and is both the free and compacted composition of all.
The more time you spend contemplating what you should have done… you lose valuable time planning what you can and will do.
That’s what they mean by the womb of time: the agony and the despair of spreading bones, the hard girdle in which lie the outraged entrails of events.
Failure happens all the time. It happens every day in practice. What makes you better is how you react to it.
The three rules of the Librarians of Time and Space are: 1) Silence; 2) Books must be returned no later than the last date shown; and 3) Do not interfere with the nature of causality.
Time wasn’t passing so much as kneeling beside him in a torn tee-shirt disclosing the rodent-nosed tits of a man who disdains the care of his once-comely bod.
But the days are long and always the same.But the nights are long and always the same.I feel that time has me, in a way. Do you know?
The past is marble. It’s unmovable, and the you from then is no more than a statue—a likeness of you that looks like you but is not you.
Moments are the marrow of memory, memories are the marrow of time.
You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.
I put instant coffee in a microwave oven and almost went back in time.
Dream as if you will not face limitations along the way. Focus your time on those dreams every single day, and you will see them manifest one day.
Missing someone you love for an extended period of time can and will lead to madness, every bit as much as a wound that is not cleaned will lead to a festering sore, and thence an illness that spreads throughout the body. The only boundary between desire and obsession is time; if you crave someone long enough, it becomes a need. It becomes your ever-waking thought. The only thing you live for.
You don’t have time, Len. That is the most bitter and the most beautiful piece of advice I can offer. If you don’t have what you want now, you don’t have what you want.