Quotes About Time

Remember how long you've been putting this off…At some point you have to recognize what world it is that you belong to; what power rules it and from what source you spring; that there is a limit to the time assigned you, and if you don't use it to free yourself it will be gone and will never return.

Jangan bertingkah seolah-olah kau akan hidup hingga sepuluh ribu tahun. Kematian ada di dekatmu. Selama kau masih diberkahi hidup, selagi kau masih punya kemampuan, jadilah orang yang baik.

Call to mind how long you deffer these things, and how many times you have received from the Gods grace of the appointed day and you do not use it. Yet now, if never before, you should realize what Universe you are a part of, and as an emanation from what Controller of that Universe you subsist; and that a limit has been set to your time, which if you do not use it to let daylight into your soul, it will be gone and never again shall the chance be yours.

Time is a river, a violent current of events, glimpsed once and always carried past us, and another follows and is gone.

Discard everything except these few truths: we can live only in the present moment, in this brief now; all the rest of our life is dead and buried or shrouded in uncertainty. Short is the life we lead, and small our patch of earth.

Each of us lives only now, in this brief instant. The rest of our life has been lived already, or is impossible to see because it lies in the unknowable future.

La perfección moral lleva consigo que se viva cada día como si fuere el ultimo, sin apresurarse ni amilanarse, ni obrar con ficción.

Everything lasts for a day, the one who remembers and the remembered.

No longer wander at hazard; for neither will you read your own memoirs, nor the acts of the ancient Romans and Hellenes, and the selections from books you were reserving for your old age. Hasten then to your appointed end and, throwing away idle hopes, come to your own aid, if you care at all for yourself, while it is in your power.

Nothing happens to anybody which he is not fitted by nature to bear. Shame on the soul, to falter on the road of life while the body still perseveres. Every instant of time is a pinprick of eternity.

Short then is the time which every man lives, and small the nook of the earth where he lives; and short too the longest posthumous fame...

Auf die Dauer der Zeit nimmt die Seele die Farbe der Gedanken an.

Keep in mind how fast things pass by and are gone—those that are now, and those to come. Existence flows past us like a river: the "what" is in constant flux, the "why" has a thousand variations. Nothing is stable, not even what's right here

it is only this present, a moment of time, that a man lives: all the rest either has been lived or may never

it is only this present, a moment of time, that a man lives: all the rest either has been lived or may never be.

So discard all else and secure these few things only. remind yourself too that each of us lives only in the present moment, a mere fragment of time; the rest is life past or uncertain future. Sure, life is a small thing, and small the cranny of the earth in which we live it; small too even the longest fame thereafter, which is itself subject to a succession of little men who will quickly die, and have no knowledge event of themselves, let alone of those long dead.

It is in thy power to rid thyself of many unnecessary troubles, for they exist wholly in thy imagination. Thou wilt at once set thy feet in a large room by embracing the whole Universe in thy mind and including in thy purview time ever lasting, and by observing the rapid change in every part of everything, and the shortness of the span between birth and dissolution, and that the yawning immensity before birth is only matched by the infinity after our dissolution.

We ought not to think only upon the fact that our life each day is waning away, what is left of it being ever less, but this also should be a subject for thought

There is a river of creation, and time is a violent stream. As soon as one thing comes into sight, it is swept past and another is carried down: it too will be taken on its way.

All things fade and quickly turn to myth: quickly too utter oblivion drowns them. And I am talking of those who shone with some wonderful brilliance: the rest, once they have breathed their last, are immediately 'beyond sigh, beyond knowledge'. But what in any case is everlasting memory? Utter emptiness.

Acuérdate siempre que no se pierde otra vida que la que se vive y que solo se vive la que se pierde. Así­ la mas larga vida y la mas corta vienen a reducirse a lo mismo. El momento presente que se vive es igual para todos el que se pierde lo es también, y este que se pierde llega a parecernos indivisible. Y es que no se pierde el pasado ni el futuro, pues lo que no poseemos ¿Cómo puede sernos arrebatado

Short is the little which remains to thee in life. Live as on a mountain.

All that is in tune with thee, O Universe, is in tune with me! Nothing that is in due time for thee is too early or too late for me! All that thy seasons bring, O Nature, is fruit for me! All things come from thee, subsist in thee, go back to thee.

the seasons of life