Quotes About Hour

Little tube of mighty pow'r, Charmer of an idle hour, Object of my warm desire.

It was the hour in which objects lose the consistency of shadow that accompanies them during the night and gradually reacquire colors, but seem to cross meanwhile an uncertain limbo, faintly touched, just breathed on by light; the hour in which one is least certain of the world's existence.

hora sexta, which means "sixth hour.

Alas, at the heart of private legal practice is perhaps the most autonomy-crushing mechanism imaginable: the billable hour.

There is a measure needing courage to adopt and enforce it, which I believe to be of virtue sufficient to redeem the nation in this its darkest hour: one only; I know of no other to which we may rationally trust for relief from impending dangers without and within.

O imperceptible movements of bodies, you signify, each time, a great philosophical resolution of the shadows : gentle translations, none of the wilfulness of your birth is lost. It is the hour of the frisson which bears an astonishing resemblance to a stroke of black ink. We are delighted to be inkwells.

At night, when the objective world has slunk back into its cavern and left dreamers to their own, there come inspirations and capabilities impossible at any less magical and quiet hour.

Even so, when the framework of the world is dissolved, and the final hour, closing so many ages, reverts to pristine chaos, then the fiery stars will drop into the sea, and the earth will shake off the ocean...and the whole distracted firmament will overthrow its laws.

High on the kitchen wall of an old farm-house on a mountain-side in Switzerland there hangs a tiny wooden clock. In the tiny wooden clock there lives a tiny wooden cuckoo, and every hour he hops out of his tiny wooden door, takes a look about to see what is going on in the world, shouts out the time of day, and pops back again into his little dark house, there to wait and tick away the minutes until it is time once more to tell the hour.

And We did not create the heavens and the earth and what is between them two but in truth; and the hour is most surely coming, so turn away with kindly forgiveness.

Sun glows for a day, candle for an hour, matchstick for a minute but a good day can glow forever.

We are what we must And not what we would be. I know that one hour Assures not another. The will and the power Are diverse.

Oh, beloved, and there is nothing but shadowswhere you accompany me in your dreamsand tell me the hour of light.

in which he sometimes spent his lunch hour when he could afford to pay one-eyed Jamal to watch his booth.

Then nobody spoke, and they breathed the minutes in and out till they made an hour.

Imagine a thousand more such daily intrusions in your life, every hour and minute of every day, and you can grasp the source of this paranoia, this anger that could consume me at any moment if I lost control.

It is not what you want to be doing. It is that you are passing the time. You are waiting until it is a certain hour and you are in a certain condition so that you can go to sleep.

Jasper pointed out, "We've passed that statue seven times in the last hour." "Very popular," said Bntno. "Who don't like that statue?" "We're going in circles," said Jasper. "Not circles," said Bntno. "Irregular polygons." "Oh, come on!" complained Katie. "No," said Jasper ruefully, "he's right. Maybe a trapezoid.

For the search for wholeness compels every person, every hour of their lives, whether they know it or not. We ache to be made whole again. And only one Person who ever walked this earth can do this for the heart and soul he created himself.

It takes about an hour to kill all of the tumor that can be seen on the MR. At the completion of the procedure, another MR scan is performed to confirm

I am a shadow now, alas! alas! Upon the skirts of human-nature dwelling Alone: I chant alone the holy mass, While little sounds of life are round me knelling, And glossy bees at noon do fieldward pass, And many a chapel bell the hour is telling, 310 Paining me through: those sounds grow strange to me, And thou art distant in Humanity.

Mother, when was this coffee dripped? Ignatius demanded, flapping into the kitchen again. Just about a hour ago. Why? It certainly tastes brackish.

All practical teachers know that education is a patient process of mastery of details, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day.

I would have just enough time for a single cup of coffee (but nothing else—if our forefathers had intended for breakfast to appeal to the masses, they would have scheduled it at a more respectable hour)