As we hypnotically watch the steadily diminishing reserve of sand in life’s hourglass, the instincts of a miser surface. Life is now savored, sipped as with a fine 19th Century French wine.

L’amore è come una clessidra: man mano che il cuore si riempie, il cervello si svuota.

≫Værre?≪ Filip rystede på hovedet. ≫Hvad er værre end døden?≪≫Jeg troede, du havde hørt efter, Filip. Der findes masser af ting, der er værre end døden.≪ En fejende armbevægelse præsenterede de mange timeglas, hvor sandet...

Though our hourglass runs, one day it shall not, but then our eternity hourglass begins with never ending sands, what mantle do you want to set your hourglass of eternal life upon? This in your...

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...