The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.

Tempus Fugit

then suddenly one day he awake to find that time had gone; the house completed, the imortelle tree cut down, his mother dead.

Time flies, whether you’re wasting it or not.

The last 33 years of my life have been a blur, like a hummingbird’s beating wings. Time flies, but not backwards, like a hummingbird can.

The sky itches and that’s why I tickled it with the feather of a bird. Do you realize it’s been 14 days since two weeks ago? Boy, time flies.

It is impossible for me to remember how many days or weeks went by in this way. Time is round, and it rolls quickly.

How can I escape a cage build by man?