In her 20′s, a woman’s breasts double her self-esteem. In her 40′s, they halve it.

They were people whose lives were slow, who did not see themselves growing old, or falling sick, or dying, but who disappeared little by little in their own time, turning into memories, mists from other...

I just wish moments weren’t so fleeting!’ Isaac called to the man on the roof, ‘They pass so quickly!’ ‘Fleeting?!’ responded the tilling man, ‘Moments? They pass quickly?! . . . Why, once a man...

They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.

After so many years even the fire of passion dies, and with it what was believed the light of the truth. Who of us is able to say now whether Hector or Achilles was right,...

And like most middle-aged people who hear the clock ticking in their lives, I had come to resent a waste or theft of my time that was greater than any theft of my goods or...

If I’m not around I hope you’ll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

[…] I’d wake up in the middle of the night to the Star-Spangled Banner and some old film of a flag blowing in the wind, telling you the day was over and it was long...

Time is not duration but intensity; time is the beat and the interval […]

Time falls on us, like rain, it falls like rain until we drown in it, and sometimes, it’s like the drains overflow, and time just – pools up, it seeps, it gathers in the corners.

I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks

Love, built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

We buy books because we believe we’re buying the time to read them.[Inside Out (VH1)]

Quartering the topmost branches of one of the tall trees, an invisible bird was striving to make the day seem shorter, exploring with a long-drawn note the solitude that pressed it on every side, but...

Asleep you can experience many hours whilst only a few waking moments have passed. This is why dreams are an ideal platform for training.

But time soon passes. Even the deepest pain eventually loses its edge in the more vivid reality of the present; then, what once was unbearable becomes strangely familiar. And after much familiarity, it assumes the...

If the whole world I once could seeOn free soil stand, with the people freeThen to the moment might I say,Linger awhile. . .so fair thou art.

The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.