The sand in the hourglass runs from one compartment to the other, marking the passage of moments with something constant and tangible.
If you watch the flowing sand, you might see time itself riding the granules.
Contrary to popular opinion, time is not an old white-haired man, but a laughing child.
And time sings.
Stichwörter: time child old-man hourglass sand hours
I’m not a follower. I never have been. But I’ll definitely become someone I’m not for a few hours if it’ll make me blend in rather than make me a blatant eye sore and draw attention.
J.A. RedmerskiStichwörter: attention follower hours the-edge-of-never j-a-redmerski
I've never really understood why people sleep. Wasting a third of your life and becoming vulnerable for almost 8 hours every night. Doesn't seem very appealing to me.
BanksyStichwörter: life people sleep night waste vulnerable appealing hours banksy understood
Yesterday was the last day on the calender of the past. Tomorrow will be the first day on the calender of the future. Today is both the first and the last day of the present. Use it well.
Israelmore AyivorStichwörter: past future present today tomorrow food-for-thought year last days yesterday alpha-and-omega first minutes hours seconds present-day israelmore-ayivor month calender future-days past-days plan-the-day
Those minute seconds, flip minutes into hours; hours turn into days, weeks, years, and all these happen in a fraction of a life; placed meagerly, amid this endless Universe.
Aniruddha SastikarStichwörter: life love time universe struggle endless days years minutes lifetime weeks hours seconds meager
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