Quotes About Clock

How could I known then that failure then that failure of ambition is like a long lingering death and that disappoint with your life never goes away? It only grows stronger with the passage of time as the clock ticks off the remaining days of your life, and any residual, hope slips like sand through arthritic fingers.

Seconds passed. If there'd been an old clock in here, its ticks would have sounded slow and menacing.

But as fast as geography is coming under our control, the clock is exerting more and more tyranny over us.

We rolled back the clock in a full company meeting and shared each of the steps that came together to help us arrive at this decision that was going to impact everyone on the team. We wanted to show people what "risk being right" looked like to us. How

Am sa-mi fac desteptatorul la sase dimineata. - Sase? am interogat eu. Daca vreti sa stiti de ce am interogat, pai asta e din cauza ca pentru mine sase nu inseamna foarte devreme dimineata, ci foarte intarziat noaptea.

El presente está solo. La memoria Erige el tiempo. Sucesión y engaño Es la rutina del reloj. El año No es menos vano que la vana historia. (The present is singular. It is memory that sets up time. Both succession and error come with the routine of the clock. A year is no less vanity than is history.)

When late morning rolls around and you're feeling a bit out of sorts, don't worry; you're probably just a little eleven o'clockish.

The observer, that old record keeper, the chronicler of events, made his appearance in that taxi. The hands of my clock turned elastic while I imprinted these feelings in memory. You must remember this. It was all I had, all I've ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.

It was quiet in the room. Only the clock ticked on in the remorseless, mechanical minutes that men have made for themselves to measure away the joy and sadness of their earthly lives.

Poems On Time The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

No, when I worked as an accountant I was falling asleep waiting for 5 o'clock.

The clock never stops, never stops, never waits. We're growing old. It's getting late.

And let a scholar all earth's volumes carry, he will be but a walking dictionary: a mere articulate clock.

I open with a clock striking, to beget an awful attention in the audience - it also marks the time, which is four o clock in the morning, and saves a description of the rising sun, and a great deal about gilding the eastern hemisphere.

The kitchen clock is more convenient than sidereal time. We must use the popular category, as we do by the Linnæan classification, for convenience, and not as exact and final. Otherwise, we are presently confounded, when the best-settled traits of one race are claimed by some new ethnologist as precisely characteristic of the rival tribe.

The voice clock mourned out the cold hour of a cold morning of a still colder year.

And what lights the sun? Its own fire. And the sun goes on, day after day, burning and burning. The sun and time. The sun and time and burning. Burning. The river bobbled him along gently. Burning. The sun and every clock on the earth. It all came together and became a single thing in his mind. After a long time of floating on the land and a short time of floating in the river he knew why he must never burn again in his life.

For fifty years I've watched the grandfather clock in the hall, William. After it is wound I can predict to the hour when it will stop. Old people are no different. They can feel the machinery slow down and the last weights shift.

outside, the clear-cut strokes of the town clock counting

At the LaPortes' she'd bathed twice. The first time at about 4:30 AM, which she couldn't remember very clearly and the second time at 9:30 A.M. and Trisha had still been asleep in her bed or pretending to be asleep. The gentle tick-ticking of a bedside clock. Hours of that clock, hours unmoving beneath the covers of a bed not her own in a house not her own.

Why does Switzerland look like one big cuckoo clock to me? Dan asked. Because you have no sould, Amy answered.

No life goes past so swiftly as an eventless one, no clock spins like a clock whose days are all alike.

Like many another Western pioneer, he had heard the clock of history strike, and counted the strokes wrong.

There is only the single imperative, Survive this Moment. The past scarcely matters; the future will be dealt with, instant by instant, as it arrives. Each tick of the clock, a new burden, a new application of the imperative.