Sitting here, beneath this majestic oak tree under the hot afternoon sun in the middle of nowhere, the concept of time, present, and future, were all blurred. What was time if you didn’t know whether...

Fear no more,” said Clarissa. Fear no more the heat o’ the sun; for the shock of Lady Bruton asking Richard to lunch without her made the moment in which she had stood shiver, as...

Change occurs slowly. Very often a legal change might take place but the cultural shift required to really accept its spirit lingers in the wings for decades.

Time does not give one much leeway: it thrusts us forward from behind, blows us through the narrow tunnel of the present into the future. But space is broad, teeming with possibilities, positions, intersections, passages,...

What the dead don’t know piles up, though we don’t notice it at first. They don’t know how we’re getting along without them, of course, dealing with the hours and days that now accrue so...

This is the man who will be my grandfather—the man who will be the man who was my grandfather. The tenses slur and slide under the pressure of collapsed time.

You knows dat in New Orleans is not morning ’til dee sun come up.

The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.

The OakLive thy Life, Young and old,Like yon oak,Bright in spring, Living gold;Summer-rich Then; and thenAutumn-changedSoberer-hued Gold again.All his leaves Fall’n at length,Look, he stands,Trunk and bough Naked strength.

I do love that tune – but really, I must go home. I only meant to stay for a few minutes.

That if a thing is defined in contrast that’s what life is, the shadow of death. So the mystery of death couldn’t be the bad thing, because without it there wouldn’t be life. The badness...

To His Coy MistressHad we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the...

It’s true what they say, that words are the true weapons. Those who fight with steel are limited to the strength of their arm, the reach of their blade, and the timing of their strike;...

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite

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...

May my enemies tremble if they still have time! (Que mes ennemis soient tremblants – S’ils en ont encore le temps!)

So time passed on. And the two skyscrapers decided to have a child. And they decided when their child came it should be a *free* child. “It must be a free child,” they said to...

Time is the only magic, he said, “And Marids swim through time like the sea. Think: if you hurt yourself, and I bandage it, and after weeks and weeks it gets well and there’s no...

As I walked in the dark through the tunnels and tunnels of books, I could not help being overcome by a sense of sadness. I couldn’t help thinking that if I, by pure chance. had...

How you spend your time is more important than how you spend your money. Money mistakes can be corrected, but time is gone forever.

Kitu cha kwanza kufanyika mwanadamu anapozaliwa ni kuvuta pumzi ya kwanza katika mapafu ya mwili wake. Cha mwisho kufanyika kabla ya kufa ni kutoa pumzi ya mwisho katika mapafu ya mwili wake. Pumzi iliyoingia kwanza...

before the number changes”.

Not too long ago thousands spent their lives as recluses to find spiritual vision in the solitude of nature. Modern man need not become a hermit to achieve this goal, for it is neither ecstasy...

Some say that time is like water that flows around us (like a stone in the river) and some say we flow with time (like a twig floating on the surface of the water).

I’m on a government watch list. But I’m not interested, because government watches only work twenty minutes out of every hour.

You are reading me; over the boundary of time and distance, I am touching you, not with my hands but with my love.

The flashing black line on an empty Word document reminds me that my life is counting down second by second, and that if I don’t write I’ll have wasted my time here on earth.

Life seems so am/pm. But really it’s not as balanced as all that.

Every little or big problem has a reason,Every year there is a winter season,Every trouble goes away with time,After winter spring comes with rhyme.

now-person” and do it now!

Each second melts like ice.Each second cloats like blood.

I loved her like Monday’s not Sunday. Is it yesterday yet? I won’t know if we were meant to be together forever until six days from now. That’s a long time. Also, that’s a long...

My father used to say that when he was growing up the water was clear and there were tons of fireflies everywhere… He felt sorry for the kids growing up today… But it is really...

Time, energy and money. These should never be compromised.

Sometimes you can write about a character’s day in under a minute and sometimes it takes a day just to write about a minute.

He thought again of the watch in the window. It had twelve black numbers on its moon face and there was magic to that. For these were numbers that were not really numbers at all...

Her and I, we passed each other, and now she’s in my past. That’s one present I’d like to unwrap in the future.

Time is a river sweeping away all that is born towards the darkest shore.

Tempo ou oportunidade não determinam a intimidade, apenas a disposição.

One way poetry connects is across time. . . . Some echo of a writer’s physical experience comes into us when we read her poem.

Every day is spectacular sacred time.

All times are connected. Treasure each moment.

Time is life.Take time to plan your life.

Satire is tragedy plus time. You give it enough time, the public, the reviewers will allow you to satirize it. Which is rather ridiculous, when you think about it.

As wave is driven by wave And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows, Always, for ever and new. What was before Is left behind; what never...

Take too much time, and time will take you.

The degree of slowness is directionally proportional to the intensity of memory. The degree of speed is directionally proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

…A mirror can trick you day by day into thinking you remain looking and existing in one way forever. But a photograph presents you with the truth: it freezes you eternally, existing as a reminder...

moments will test you.you can not run away.time is faster than you.before you can do something situation already took your test.there is no escape route.so face moment and its results.

I walked past her, thinking: Is this what happens to the youth of women? Those whom we have met in the past, if suddenly we desire to see them again, have they become old? Is...