For our last shall be the recorder of eternity.
Cory HairCivilization begins at 10 am.
B.N. PeacockTag: philosophy time
If people can write to each other across space, why can they not write across time too?
Ahdaf SoueifTag: time
What's the use of crying, and retching, and belching, all day long, like your lady downstairs? Life has its sad side, and we must take the rough with the smooth. Why, maids have died on their marriage eve, or, what's worse, bringing their first baby into the world, and the world's wagged on all the same. Life's sad enough, in all conscience, but there's nothing to be frightened about in it or to turn one's stomach. I was country-bred, and as my old granny used to say, "There's no clock like the sun and no calendar like the stars." And why? Because it gets one used to the look of Time. There's no bogey from over the hills that scares one like Time. But when one's been used all one's life to seeing him naked, as it were, instead of shut up in a clock, like he is in Lud, one learns that he is as quiet and peaceful as an old ox dragging the plough. And to watch Time teaches one to sing. They say the fruit from over the hills makes one sing. I've never tasted so much as a sherd of it, but for all that I can sing.
Hope MirrleesTag: wisdom life happiness time sadness death
Each of us, I think, adopts a comfortable and familiar era or place in which to plant ourselves; and from then on, that which disagrees with our memories -- a new building here, a change in paint there -- is forever jarring and anachronistic.
Daniel D. VictorA person that does not value your time will not value your advice.
Orrin WoodwardTag: advice time respect value
Time crawled past on leaden hands and knees.
Sonya HartnettTag: time crawled hands-and-knees leaden
Yesterday's tomorrow brought us close....
Tomorrow's yesterday pulled us apart again.
Between yesterdays and tomorrows, a life lived !
We blossomed and wilted, blossomed and wilted again !
Tag: love passion time life-lessons tomorrow yesterday
Time is at once the most valuable and the most perishable of all our possessions.
John RandolphIn poetically well built museums, formed from the heart's compulsions, we are consoled not by finding in them old objects that we love, but by losing all sense of Time.
Orhan PamukTag: love time objects museums
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