Quotes About Counting

In het eindeloze van de nacht telt de wekker de gang van de tijd - elke tik een steentje afgenomen van de toekomst, en achterover in de put van 't verleden geworpen.

Count your salted wounds then name themlike the stars of a bright constellationCount your scars and bruises then give themthe wings of forgiveness to fly

As mankind grew obsessed with its hours, the sorrow of lost time became a permanent hole in the human heart. People fretted over missed chances, over inefficient days; they worried constantly about how long they would live, because counting life's moments had led, inevitably, to counting them down. Soon, in every nation and in every language, time became the most precious commodity.

Consider the word "time." We use so many phrases with it. Pass time. Waste time. Kill time. Lose time. In good time. About time. Take your time. Save time. A long time. Right on time. Out of time. Mind the time. Be on time. Spare time. Keep time. Stall for time. There are as many expressions with "time" as there are minutes in a day. But once, there was no word for it at all. Because no one was counting. Then Dor began. And everything changed.

Soon man will count all his days, and then smaller segments of the day, and then smaller still—until the counting consumes him, and the wonder of the world he has been given is lost.

Consider the word time. We use so many phrases with it. Pass time. Waste time. Kill time. Lose time. In good time. About time. Take your time. Save time. A long time. Right on time. Out of time. Mind the time. Be on time. Spare time. Keep time. Stall for time. There are as many expressions with time as there are minutes in a day. But once, there was no word for it at all. Because no one was counting. Then Dor began. And everything changed.

Counting life's moments had led, inevitably, to counting them down.

We do not count a man's years until he has nothing else to count.

La fe de los que todavía pueden contar sus años con los dedos de las manos

Sonnet XLIII: How Do I Love Thee? ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

Eric appeared to be counting my eyelashes. I tried to keep my gaze on my hands, to indicate modesty. I felt power tweaks kind of flow over me and had an uneasy feeling Eric was trying to influence me. I risked a quick peek, and sure enough he was looking at me expectantly. Was I supposed to pull off my dress? Bark like a dog? Kick Bill in the shins? Shit.

I just count money, that's all I do. I count my millions.

Kalau marah, berhitunglah sampai sepuluh sebelum berbicara, atau bahkan seratus kalau sedang marah sekali.

according to the text, numbering the people was nearly a year-long process, and there is no clear indication that God had suspended the initial

454 at home

Four is the only numeral spelled with the same amount of letters as its numerical value.

Ten tears fall, and I call. Nine hundred trees, but only one is for me. Eight times eight times eight they fly, whatever you do, don't stay dry. Seven ladies dancing, ignore their sweet romancing. Six seconds to hide, up, up, and you'll survive. Five times four times three, and that is where he'll be. Two I'll save, I'll be brave, brave, brave. The one I adore, I'll come back for.

All these lands—is it possible even for mathematicians or their disciples to count all of them and know the number of all the lands visited?

I haven't seen you for three whole months," I say. "Two months, twenty-two days, twenty-two days," Natalie calls out.

Cada minuto es precioso y no podemos perderlo en malentendidos, impaciencia, celos, mezquindades y tantas otras tonterías que ensucian las relaciones. En realidad, esta fórmula se puede aplicar en cualquier edad, porque siempre los días están contados

I expect a zombie to show up on 'Sesame Street' soon, teaching kids to count.

A sleeping fox counts hens in his dreams.

Sometimes men come by the name of genius in the same way that certain insects come by the name of centipede - not because they have a hundred feet, but because most people can't count above fourteen.

Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.