It's beautiful to transcend generations and to just be inside an artistic work, together, enjoying what only a great artistic work can provide.
Peter DavisMots clés art time generations timeless-words
I sometimes have moments of such despair, such despair … Because in those moments I start to think that I will never be capable of beginning to live a real life; because I have already begun to think that I have lost all sense of proportion, all sense of the real and the actual; because, what is more, I have cursed myself; because my nights of fantasy are followed by hideous moments of sobering! And all the time one hears the human crowd swirling and thundering around one in the whirlwind of life, one hears, one sees how people live—that they live in reality, that for them life is not something forbidden, that their lives are not scattered for the winds like dreams or visions but are forever in the process of renewal, forever young, and that no two moments in them are ever the same; while how dreary and monotonous to the point of being vulgar is timorous fantasy, the slave of shadow, of the idea...
Fyodor DostoevskyMots clés reality time fantasy dream shadow
When ye've lived as long as I have, ye realize how relative time is. I've endured centuries that passed in the blink of an eye as if I were barely breathing.' He stopped and faced her. 'Or I can experience an entire lifetime in the span of a few nights. All the hope and passion that makes life worth living, 'tis suddenly surrounding me like a gift from God.' (Angus MacKay)
Kerrelyn SparksMots clés time
Being a child is such a shining gift, yet we don't know how precious it is until it's worn out and gone away.
Storm ConstantineMots clés time childhood regret
I had lost some of my naivete and gained strength. These women with their pointless scheming could not contain me, and I watched the volatile world of the gynaeceum with a detached eye. The Forbidden City had buried my youth, and in the monastery, I had died and come back to life. Friends, enemies and mistresses had all disappeared. I was a ghost from a lost world, still going from one season to the next and still living for one man alone.
Shan SaModern man thinks he loses something—time—when he does not do things quickly. Yet he does not know what to do with the time he gains—except kill it.
Erich FrommMots clés love time 1956 killing-time modern-man quickly waste-time
eu estou bem, dizia-lhe, estou bem. e ele queria saber se estar bem era andar de trombas. eu respondi que o tempo não era linear. preparem-se sofredores do mundo, o tempo não é linear. o tempo vicia-se em ciclos que obedecem a lógicas distintas e que se vão sucedendo uns aos outros repondo o sofredor, e qualquer outro indivíduo, novamente num certo ponto de partida. é fácil de entender. quando queremos que o tempo nos faça fugir de alguma coisa, de um acontecimento, inicialmente contamos os dias, às vezes até as horas, e depois chegam as semanas triunfais e os largos meses e depois os didáticos anos. mas para chegarmos aí temos de sentir o tempo também de outro modo. perdemos alguém, e temos de superar o primeiro inverno a sós, e a primeira primavera e depois o primeiro verão, e o primeiro outono. e dentro disso, é preciso que superemos os nossos aniversário, tudo quanto dá direito a parabéns a você, as datas da relação, o natal, a mudança dos anos, até a época dos morangos, o magusto, as chuvas de molha-tolos, o primeiro passo de um neto, o regresso de um satélite à terra, a queda de mais um avião, as notícias sobre o brasil, enfim, tudo. e também é preciso superar a primeira saída de carro a sós. o primeiro telefonema que não pode ser feito para aquela pessoa. a primeira viagem que fazemos sem a sua companhia. os lençóis que mudamos pela primeira vez. as janelas que abrimos. a sopa que preparamos para comermos sem mais ninguém. o telejornal que já não comentamos. um livro que se lê em absoluto silêncio. o tempo guarda cápsulas indestrutíveis porque, por mais dias que se sucedam, sempre chegamos a um ponto onde voltamos atrás, a um início qualquer, para fazer pela primeira vez alguma coisa que nos vai dilacerar impiedosamente porque nessa cápsula se injeta também a nitidez do quanto amávamos quem perdemos, a nitidez do seu rosto, que por vezes se perde mas ressurge sempre nessas alturas, até o timbre da sua voz, chamando o nosso nome, ou mais cruel ainda, dizendo que nos ama com um riso incrível pelo qual nos havíamos justificado em mil ocasiões no mundo.
Valter Hugo MãeYou…you need to move on,” I managed. Yes, that was a sound reason. “You need to find someone else. You know I don’t—that I can’t. Well, you know. You’re wasting your time with me.”
He remained firm. “It’s my time to waste.
The time you save is just what makes the difference between trivia and culture.
James HerronI -- I alone know how to mourn for him as he deserves.' But while we were still shaking hands, such a look of awful desolation came upon her face that I perceived she was one of those creatures that are not the playthings of Time. For her he had died only yesterday. And, by Jove! the impression was so powerful that for me, too, he seemed to have died only yesterday -- nay, this very minute. I saw her and him in the same instant of time -- his death and her sorrow -- I saw her sorrow in the very moment of his death. Do you understand? I saw them together -- I heard them together.
Joseph ConradMots clés belief time death sorrow mourning devotion
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