Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils ...
Louis Hector BerliozTag: time
I care not that this moment’s lot was thin and sparsely dealt; all pleasures sweet can be forgot the instant they are felt.
Roman PayneThe youthful body untouched decays the fastest, for no living hands record its splendor; and here youth and time are wasted.
Roman PayneTag: life time youth ageing aging waste growing-old payne
Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.
Jorge Luis BorgesBecause we believe that one moment is more or less like the next, we lose touch with the essential urgency of the present, the fact that each passing moment is the one moment for the practice of freedom.
Robert GrudinEverything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.
David Foster WallaceTag: philosophy time stillness insight impermanence bees mujō 無常
Fear of death is form of stasis horrors. The dead weight of time.
William S. BurroughsTag: time death stasis horrors
Mostly what you lose with time, in memory, is the specificity of things, their exact sequence. It all runs together, becomes a watery soup. Portmanteau days, imploded years. Like a bad actor, memory always goes for effect, abjuring motivation, consistency, good sense.
James SallisIt’s not that we have to quit this life one day, it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, music, the physics of falling leaves, vanilla and jasmine, poppies, smiling, anthills, the color of the sky, coffee and cashmere, literature, sparks and subway trains... If only one could leave this life slowly!
Roman PayneTag: life love beauty time loss death sorrow dying regret
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Tag: shakespeare time clock sonnet 12
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