Quotes About Time

There is illusion, the way you see things now, thinking that there is a tomorrow, there is a today, there is time and that there is life and death. Those are just appearances

The hour-hand of life.

Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit.

The May of life blooms once and never again.

We, we live! ours are the hours, and the living have their claims.

Remember that life is short and death is long.

Life's too short when you find yourself sitting in a car for four hours every day trying to get from East L.A. to West L.A. to Hollywood and then back to East L.A.

Science: manifested travel into space and time Spirituality: unmanifested travel into space and time Science: limited travel Spirituality: unlimited travel Both valid

Yet within our culture, at least for those who determine for us what we are to accept as real, the very existence of this other intelligence, this "something else" that is "interested in us," is difficult to accept. Why should this be so, since every culture from the beginning of recorded time and throughout most of the world, even in our own time, has accepted the existence of other intelligences in the universe?

Changes in the perception of time and space in association with the abduction phenomenon are sometimes accompanied by a sense of the existence of, or of moving into, other realities or dimensions. This may be difficult for experiencers to articulate clearly. Here is Karin struggling to express her ontological confusion, the altered perception of space and time during her encounters, and their interdimensional quality:

One of the earliest lessons I learned as a child was that if you looked away from something, it might not be there when you looked back.

Always keep this point in mind: the word "delay" means what it says: late. Delayed isn't never, no matter how much it may feel like that at age fifteen or even twenty-five.

When I speak in casual conversation, I try to start a mental clock in my head. I actually learned this from Marty Nemko, a San Francisco career coach. He told me, "For the first thirty seconds after you start talking, imagine a green light in your head. After thirty seconds the light turns yellow. At sixty seconds, it's red." That's a good piece of advice for most any conversational situation. It takes some mental energy to monitor myself, but it works.

It was that time of the night when most of the drunks were already home in bed. The crickets were done chirping, and the birds weren't ready to herald sunrise.

Music had shown that it could now articulate, reflect and project a sense of an established secular order – hence allowing the absolutist polemics of Lully's court operas – and yet also be the mouthpiece of a radical sense of often beleaguered individuality. By 1700 music had developed techniques capable of dividing and ordering time and of holding the attention of its listeners in ways that would have been impossible a century earlier.

Lord, how the day passes It's like a life--so quickly when we don't watch it and so slowly if we do.

Whenever we read a book we love, we change it, to some extent. We read into it our own interpretations, and the meanings which the words have taken on in our time. If a book is so rigid that it cannot lend itself to these fluctuations, it is useful only while it seems strictly true, and afterwards it is completely out of date.

Like all places revisited, New Sandhurst was older, smaller and more shabby than he recalled.

Para multiplicar el tiempo necesitamos tener más presencia de Dios. Entonces trabajaremos con más paz e intensidad y con más ganas de hacer bien las cosas. Nuestro tiempo se multiplicará como resultado porque hacemos las cosas bien, con más interés y ganas de hacerlo correctamente. De esta forma nos distraeremos menos y perderemos menos el tiempo».

Life is slow and subtle. Love takes time to show and grow. In life, little acts count. In fact, that is what a life is all about, a long parade of moments deceptively inconsequential.

We ask ourselves: have we made progress? We are almost never aware of it. Only with effort and discipline do we become fully conscious. If we keep a journal, now and then we are startled when we peruse past entries. Worries, fears, preoccupations of the previous year seem to have evanesced. The greatest terrors and strongest urgencies of five years ago now surprise, embarrass, or encourage us. Was this me? Why was it that I could not gauge it as it was lived?

We must use time as a tool, not as a couch.

History is a relentless master. It has no present, only the past rushing into the future. To try to hold fast is to be swept aside.

For time and the world do not stand still. Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future.