O tempo, o tempo, o tempo e suas águas inflamáveis, esse rio largo que não cansa de correr, lento e sinuoso, ele próprio reconhecendo seus caminhos, recolhendo e filtrando de vária direção o caldo turvo dos afluentes e o sangue ruivo de outros canais para com eles construir a razão mística da história…
I would fight for my liberty so long as my strength lasted, and if the time came for me to go, the Lord would let them take me.
Let this time in your life cut you open and drain all of the things that are holding you back. I’m going to help you forgive the things that you won’t let yourself forget.
And when stillnessFinally meetsThe unforgiving chaos,Each breath of silence Says so much more.
It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is
Our lives are made up of an endless series of moments, each one slipping away into the past as the next unfolds before us. However, amidst all these complexities, there is a deeper mystery – a divine truth that transcends our understanding.
I went to a restaurant that serves ‘breakfast at any time’. So I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance.
You can’t do enough tomorrow to make up for not doing anything today. That’s why it’s best to have started yesterday.
You can never know who you really are or what you can do until you discover yourself
…the amount of time we’re each given is irrelevant, it is what we choose o do with every second that counts.
Out of stupidity or forgetfulness sometimes we may speak without thinking. Perhaps it wasn’t metand suddenly people begin to assume you are a certain way.Sad reality of life yes your are wrong but work on it, work on yourself so that you put your self in a position where no one would ever question or label you.
Back and forward or in any direction, we can measure no space except nothingness. Within the coordinates of the Being, we measure the “space,” but that which we call space is only the appearance of the immaterial Being presented to us, or sensed by us, as material. Yet, the only “volume” of this “space” is Nothingness.
Bitcoin is mostly about anonymous transactions, and I don’t think over time that’s a good way to go. I’m a huge believe in digital currency… but doing it on an anonymous basis I think that leads to some abuses, so I’m not involved in Bitcoin.
Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time.
It doesn’t really matter if you are left behind the back, but what matters is your capacity to pull and push everyone by your way to get to the front.
The power of hope! Even a lack of ambition can, for a time, pay off as a necessary facet, as long as hope outweighs it.
The moment we feel smothered by an unbearable emptiness in our lives, let us give way to the burning urge to ‘suspend time,’ and create space to build ‘content’ and ‘scope’ for a new reality. (Words had disappeared”)
As we are whiling away days of idleness, time may flow rashly through the screen of our thoughts and veil the relevance of individual fragments in our story. The clock of reality can arrest us, though, and compel us to confront the demands of the truth. (Non mais, t’as vu l’heure !)
There are moments, moments like this, when an abstract longing overcomes me, one made all the more violent by its lack of fixed purpose. The trick time plays is to lull us into the belief that everything lasts forever, and, although nothing does, we continue inside that dream. And, as in a dream, the shape of my days bear no relation to what I had, somehow and without knowing it, allowed myself to expect.
Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.
What we call ‘time’ isn’t chronological but spatial; what we call ‘death’ is merely a transition between different kinds of matter.
There is only one manifestation of true caring: to spend time willingly for someone or something, even if it is a waste of time.
Who’s to know if any sacrifice is worth it? But time always tells.
She felt her future close upon her but unseen, like the sea behind the blowing veil of snow… She would follow Llyr’s advice and face it a little every day…Day by day, step by step life would go forward. Eventually, the veil would lift, the cold would yield to the sun’s warmth, and the world would be reborn. This dark time would pass.
Memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theatre. It is the medium of past experience, as the ground is the medium in which dead cities lie interred.
Learn from the past, set vivid, detailed goals for the future, and live in the only moment of time over which you have any control: now.
God has always opened up doors at the right time. He’s closed doors at the right time.
What was the constant?Movement. Yes. With time there was always movement. The setting sun. The dripping water. Thependulums. The spilling sand. To realize his destiny, such movement had to cease. He had to stop the flowof time completely …
Chronocanine Envy:Sadness experienced when one realized that, unlike one’s dog, one cannot live only in the present tense. As Kierkegaard said, Life must be lived forward.
Understanding your presence, what time we are in and what is about to come .Will make you understand why things are happening the way they are happening. Every decision now is shaped on what is about to come.
Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future contained in time past.If all time is eternally presentAll time is unredeemable.What might have been is an abstractionRemaining a perpetual possibilityOnly in a world of speculation.What might have been and what has beenPoint to one end, which is always present.
There are wounds of time and there are wounds of person, Misafir. Sometimes people come through their wounds, but time does not. Sometimes it’s the other way around. Sometimes the wounds are so grievous, there’s no coming through them at all.
Tack wagons stock bandages, saddles, medication, leg paints, sweats, freezes, bowie clay, sheet cotton, vet wrap. You live at the track, your life is full. You don’t have time to go shopping at the mall. You lose touch with the outside. Things change. You don’t hear about world news unless something major happens, because you’re in your own world and you have enough news.
The artist’s job is to be a witness to his time in history.
Money is not the only commodity that is fun to give. We can give time, we can give our expertise, we can give our love or simply give a smile. What does that cost? The point is, none of us can ever run out of something worthwhile to give.
I have indeed lived nominally fifty years, but deduct out of them the hours which I have lived to other people, and not to myself, and you will find me still a young fellow. For that is the only true Time, which a man can properly call his own – that which he has all to himself; the rest, though in some sense he may be said to live it, is other people’s Time, not his.
And if you don’t find what you’re looking for?At Roy’s question Addie looked up.Then all I’ve lost is time.
Cherish every moment in lifeWe all have different times when we are at the peak of our happiness Some of us have it throughout our livesBut others have it at a certain time. And for those of us that have it for a short period won’t ever have the opportunity to experience it again
Time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration.
Where we are going as a species is a big question. Human evolution certainly hasn’t stopped. Every time individuals produce a new zygote, there’s a reshuffling and recombination of genes. And we don’t know where all of that is going to take us.
On the whole I try to keep Modesty and Willie in timeless settings, which is why I avoid all the latest slang and in-words. It won’t be long before ‘brill’ sounds as dated as ‘super’ does now. [Uncle Happy, 1990]
Man who waits for roast duck to fly into mouth must wait very, very long time.
In a singularity, there is no space and time; time is a consequence of space. Space and time are only possible in plurality. The irruption of singularity into plurality is the cause of space and time as we perceive it.
Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils …
The problem with the world is that most people are living slightly ahead of reality, in a kind of confused panic mode. If they only could slow down their minds and arrive in the present moment of reality. Then, I am sure the world would be improved.
Our future is written in the past, and it’s the adventure of a lifetime.
Time is a boundary for all mortals. Learning to make solid choices within the givens helps us come closer to living the lives we want. It’s a forever calibration and requires ongoing fine-tuning.
I really believe that there is an invisible red thread tied between him and me, and that it has stretched and tangled for years — across oceans and lifetimes. I know that it won’t break because our souls are tied.
She didn’t have time to feel anything as life was moving at such a fast pace.