I have liv’d long enough for others, like the Dog in the Wheel, and it is now the Season to begin for myself: I cannot change that Thing call’d Time, but I can alter its...

No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.

Time is your only enemy, it disappears very quickly and never gives you a second chance.

Sometimes… the smallest drops in the bucket make the biggest ripples.

Manage your time and life.

..it just seemed as if she were marking time while life rocketed past.

For children, childhood is timeless. It is always the present. Everything is in the present tense. Of course, they have memories. Of course, time shifts a little for them and Christmas comes round in the...

Não tenhamos pressa, mas não percamos tempo.

Some only learn the value of time when it’s too late!

A time past is an essence gone

I fancied my luck to be witnessing yet another full moon. True, I’d seen hundreds of full moons in my life, but they were not limitless. When one starts thinking of the full moon as...

making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in less than a breath.

Seize the day, then let it go.

All that crap about time being a great healer is bullshit. Time heals nothing. Well, acne maybe.

We cannot know what time will do to us with its fine, indistinguishable layers upon layers, we cannot know what it might make of us. It advances stealthily, day by day and hour by hour...

To realize the value of 1 week, ask an editor of a weekly newspaper. To realize the value of 10 years, ask a newly divorced couple. To realize the value of 4 years, ask a...

An important memory is like a gravitational field–the mind is compelled to return to it again and again. It is like a moon; it lives in light and shadow.

Because with time blocking out the bad, memory is always bound to be a bit naive and stupidly optimistic.

From all that I saw,and everywhere I wandered,I learned that time cannot be spent,It only can be squandered.

Time passes by, memory staysTorturing silently, rest of our days… Sigh!

the moon is just another kind of clock

…what happens tomorrow is the future but what happened yesterday is already part of on-going history…

The notion of the perfect time is more than myth. It’s the ultimate self-delusion.

I know this much: that there is objective time, but also subjective time, the kind you wear on the inside of your wrist, next to where the pulse lies. And this personal time, which is...

Until I met you,” she said, “I never realized how precious each day could be. When I was working, each day was over before I knew it, and then a week just flew by, and...

The proper, wise balancingof one’s whole life may depend upon thefeasibility of a cup of tea at an unusual hour.

In the pen it belongs,THE beginning of the world and a part of you.

Excerpt: Paradox – Bound By Blood. The hands on a clock never falter, not for a second. One day ends; and a new begins. If there was one thing on this earth that could be...

Time can do all sorts of things. It’s almost like a magician. It can turn autumn into spring and babies into children, seeds into flowers and tadpoles into frogs, caterpillars into cocoons, and cocoons into...

Time is a treasure on earth.

Ah, how quickly the hands on the clock circle toward the future we thought was far away! And how soon we become our mothers.

In a way, a garden is the most useless of creations, the most slippery of creations: it is not like a painting or a piece of sculpture—it won’t accrue value as time goes on. Time...

The lives of all people flow through time, and, regardless of how brutal one moment may be, how filled with grief or pain or fear, time flows through all lives equally.

Life’s impermanence, I realized, is what makes every single day so precious. It’s what shapes our time here. It’s what makes it so important than not a single moment be wasted.

He had set up a telescope on a corner of the roof, and we went up to take a look.This is time travel, he said, narrowing an eye to set the lens. Because the light...

It is in the pen it belongs,THE beginning of the world and a part of you.And a big cheers to the people who believe in what they believe in.

Odd, the words: ‘while away the time’.How to hold it fast the harder thing.Who is not fearful: where is there a staying,where in all this is there any being?Look, as the day slows towards the...