Quotes About Time

Our time consumes like smoke, and posts away; Nor can we treasure up a month or day: The sand within the transitory glass Doth haste, and so our silent minutes pass.

She's my retirement gift, the platinum watch for being a mother." " This fortunate position - the one you couldn't apply for - is one you can't lose either. It's yours for life: this will always be your daughter's daughter. These two will always be yours, and you, theirs. I'll always be her Nana.

Because if there is one simple, single lesson I can impart to you, it's this: Don't waste time, because you don't have any time to waste.

Any given generation gives the next generation advice that the given generation should have been given by the previous generation but now it's too late.

The magnitude gap is also reflected in different time perspectives. Oppression, violence, and cruelty fade much faster into the distant past for the perpetrator than for the victim.

and to follow the Two-Minute Rule: If something will take less than two minutes, don't put it on a list. Get it out of the way immediately.

commitment three months from now that we'd never accept if it were next week—and then discover too late that we still don't have any time for it. Researchers term this the "Yes . . . Damn!" effect.

In essence, String Theory describes space and time, matter and energy, gravity and light, indeed all of God's creation... as music.

Heh is a formless god and is the depiction of infinity and eternity. He is one of the oldest Egyptian gods and is also the god of time and long life.

He walked on steadily, and the black patches returned, took on strength and depth, became the houses of a small town. Joško wondered why there were no lights on anywhere. It wasn't possible for everyone in the town already to be asleep — sunset hadn't been so long ago. Then again, time was no longer what it had been. Before, it splintered easily into hours and minutes, but now it was a dense vastness around him, contracting and expanding erratically, the heart of a dying giant.

battle the clock with a set of focusing questions: Why does the story matter? What's the point? Why is the story being told? What does the story say about life, the world, the times we live in?

Poorly written reports, memos, announcements, and messages cost us time and money. They are blood clots in the body politic. The flow of information is blocked. Crucial problems go unsolved. Opportunities for reform and efficiency are buried. The

Productivity is going to be a critical issue. And it's not just about getting more time for professors in the classroom. It involves reexamining the learning experience and restructuring faculty and the use of faculty time.

The most trying hours in life are between four o'clock and the evening meal. A cup of tea at this time adds a lot of comfort and happiness.

It is symptomatic of the constricting specialism and the oppressive burden of fact of our time that it has been left to the imagination of a novelist, Marguerite Yourcenar, to create the broadest, the most balanced and in many ways the most authentic interpretation of the affair.

The way he examines his conscience for bad faith is very much of his time, and yet also very modern, almost postmodern.

En una senda abandonada y triste que recorren tan sólo ángeles malos, una extraña Deidad la negra Noche ha erigido su trono solitario; allí llegué una vez; crucé atrevido de Thule ignota los contornos vagos y al Reino entré que extiende sus confines fuera del Tiempo y fuera del Espacio.

he aquí que veréis en mis versos princesas, reyes, cosas imperiales, visiones de países lejanos ó imposibles: qué queréis! yo detesto la vida y el tiempo en que me tocó nacer[...]

Por que se gosta de um autor? Gosta-se de um autor quando, ao lê-lo, tem-se a experiência de comunhão. Arte é isso: comunicar aos outros nossa identidade íntima com eles. Ao lê-lo eu me leio, melhor me entendo. Somos do mesmo sangue, companheiros no mesmo mundo. Não importa que o autor já tenha morrido há séculos... [...] Nasci neste tempo, mas minha alma ficou num lugar do passado que eu muito amei.

Ler rapidamente aquilo que o autor levou anos para pensar é um desrespeito. [...] Há frases que resumem uma vida. Por isso é preciso ler vagarosamente, prestando atenção nas idéias que se escondem nos silêncios que há entre as palavras.

A morte exige brevidade de palavras, porque o tempo é curto. E, sendo curto o tempo, as palavras devem dizer o essencial.

Mas há uma tristeza. Sinto-me como Ravel, que, ao ver aproximar-se o fim, dizia, num lamento: "Mas há tantas músicas esperando ser escritas!

É preciso caminhar rápido. O tempo é breve. Não há tempo para atender a todos os convites da beleza à beira do caminho. A vida é breve. Que pena...

Tudo o que amamos, tudo o que é belo, passa.