Maybe every once in a while we can take a break from doing everything faster and quicker to reflect on who we are and where we are going.

Renunciation isn’t a moral imperative or a form of self-denial. It’s simply cooperation with the way things are: for moments do pass away, one after the other. Resisting this natural unfolding doesn’t change it; resistance...

Who talks about values, morals, and truth in all this? Nobody! There are just no outlets that can speak through all the noise! Between television, the internet, college campus, bars, parties, and work hours, there...

Every day is precious. You will never live THIS day again. It is ONE event in human history. Why not make it count? Time is a nonrenewable resource.

If you don’t write when you don’t have time for it, you won’t write when you do have time for it.

You can learn things from a heart so bleedingWhen love bargains with deceitful pleading Hours soar from dawn to dawn splitting your time Don’t hear melody from a soundless chime

time becomes a guardian while we lost path in middle path of our journey for being with others

Would you still read me when I become a blank page.

All things are artificial, for nature is the art of time.

One of the schools of Tlön goes so far as to negate time; it reasons that the present is indefinite, that the future has no reality other than as a present hope, that the past...

Light is not light. It is time.

The universe is all time stuff.

Time existed before the universe including space and it will exist far after the universe along with space is gone. Space, gravity and all quantities only originates and exists at the mercy of time. Matter...

The heaven in not a place but a state of matter.

The real ultimate extreme level of a moment of time is nothing.

Nothing’ is a state of time.

Time and information go hand in hand.

Time is the mother of everything.

The philosopher is not the spokesman of his age, but an angel imprisoned in time.

A creature doesn’t move because it is a living thing, but because it knows what it can do with its life.

It would mark the end of a year that he might look back on as hands, a pivot between two lines. Or not: maybe enough time, would pass that eventually he would look back on...

Mornings are like almost clean slates. I say almost clean because the residue of yesterdays is sometimes stuck on them.

People like to warn you that by the time you reach the middle of your life, passion will begin to feel like a meal eaten long ago, which you remember with great tenderness.

A person that does not value your time will not value your advice.

Be deliberate in your choices. We are created to do what we are called to do and what we are born to experience, not what we believe other people expect us to do. Your time...

Every moment is utterly unique and will not be continued in eternity. This fact gives life its poignancy and should concentrate your attention on what you are experiencing now.

If someone loves you, they should not be envious of you pouring your heart and soul and time and energy into the things that you are passionate about, but instead….they should love you MORE because...

Time has been given to us as a sacred covenant, that if wasted will haunt us throughout eternity, in the form of regret

There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.

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...

Last night I thought about all that kerosene I’ve used in the past ten years. And I thought about books. And for the first time I realized that a man was behind each one of...

It was the heart of any true moment of decadence: the knowledge that an epoque is already slipping from us, inexorably, even in the moment of its glory.

I wasn’t sure what was going on or what time it was or where I was or even, for that matter, who I was … but my gut told me something was terribly wrong.

You needn’t worry. I don’t think you have aged enough for me to partake of you. Blood, women, wine, and cheese all get better with the passage of time. You are not quite ripe. –Lane...

Mix a little time with some space, and suddenly good things fall right into place. No worries, don’t doubt it – just build!

I think houses live their own lives along a time-stream that’s different from the ones upon which their owners float, one that’s slower. In a house, especially an old one, the past is closer.

Forty-two. His age had astounded him for years, and each time that he had sat so astounded, trying to figure out what had become of the young, slim man in his twenties, a whole additional...

It is almost startling to hear this warning of departed time sounding among the tombs, and telling the lapse of the hour, which, like a billow, has rolled us onward towards the grave.

Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.

Justice is the only worship.Love is the only priest.Ignorance is the only slavery.Happiness is the only good.The time to be happy is now,The place to be happy is here,The way to be happy is to...

Asa had a sharp understanding of the future–that is, a time when this would be past. Time was rushing through and around him, he almost heard it whistling, and this awareness rounded the world somehow...

Y que no pase el tiempo acumulado / para amar unos ojos y tenerlos / y vivir de la idea y el oficio.

It is well known that stone can think, because the whole of electronics is based on that fact, but in some universes men spend ages looking for other intelligences in the sky without once looking...

The important thing is that man is lost in time, in the moment that immediately precedes him – which only attests, by reflection, to the fact that he is lost in the moment that follows

Writing, the art of communicating thoughts to the mind through the eye, is the great invention of the world…enabling us to converse with the dead, the absent, and the unborn, at all distances of time...

Time slipped and slid around him, unanchored by any fact that could be verified. Perhaps it did not matter. ‘Where does our story take place, and when?’ asked Cocteau at the start of Orphée. ‘It’s...

There’s only one day at a time here, then it’s tonight and then tomorrow will be today again.

Clear out all of those doubts and fears. Let the past be the past. It’s time.

Theres a process of self doubt when things go wrong. Whether or not its personal or a friend in trouble, looking at ones self isn’t always the answer neither is seeking god. Just acception and...

Each moment of the happy lover’s hour is worth an age of dull and common life.