A few hours’ ride brought us to the banks of the river Kansas.
Tick. Tick. Tick. This is the sound of your life running out.
The idea of being on TV 24 hours a day and people seeing the real me… No.
Inconstancy of every second punishes me.The wind, the rain, the clouds, the days,I try to grasp the hours but they banish me,And I remain in the vortex of incongruity.The lone coyote shrieks,Startling my soul into wakefulness.The Cacti bloom and the Wren beckons,Deepening my mind into dreamlessness.And the moments spend time with inconstancy,increasing the ease of...
People who have fully prepared always save time. Albert Einstein was right to teach that if he is given six hours to chop down a tree, he would spend the first four sharpening the axes. When you are done with your action plans, work will be easier!
His insomnia was so bad, he couldn’t sleep during office hours.
My heroes are the camera crew and the electricians. They work such long hours.
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.
I can tan quickly. What takes people hours to do, I can tan in half an hour.
Healthy people sleep eight hours,Wealthy people sleep four hours.
As I turn 91 this June 8th, I have to admit my hours at the easel have diminished.
So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and if I were to be this empty I wanted something...