Quotes About Time

But the past and future do exist. They exist right here, right now. We are the expression of our past, and our actions now create our future. Past and future are intimately present with us at this real moment.

Don't waste any time during the day. What you do right now becomes the seeds for raising up the next crop of wise people. Putting everyone at ease by doing your job well is how you transform yourself and everybody else.

Firewood becomes ash and doesn't go back to being firewood again. But we shouldn't think of firewood as its past and ash as its future. Both firewood and ash have their own position in time and space. The past and future are cut off. Firewood and ash each have their own past and their own future. Just as ash doesn't go back to being firewood, human beings, when they die, don't come back to life again.

If we think that time passes by us while we somehow remain the same, that's not real learning. Master

Echu says the insentient explain the dharma all the time. "All the time" means they actually explain it at every real moment. There's no break in their explanation. Real explanations always happen without any break.

he was less fearful around the dead than the living...It was that he and the dead shared the same secret, which was that the fearful illusion of mortality - and immortality, as well - is lifted like a veil to reveal something simpler and more profound, without fear. Only the dead see one another, and themselves, for what they truly were, or are. The terrifying idea of time did not apply at all.

People who love books never have spare time!

Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity. They live inside the gift, know power, accept, and need not mention it. Why speak of time when you are Time, and shape the universal moments, as they pass, into warmth and action?

A Witch is born out of the true hungers of her time ... I was born out of New York. The things that are most wrong here summoned me.

Video games are a waste of time for men with nothing else to do.

Everyone all my life has been telling me it's just a phase that will pass; that it's something I can be working toward for my old age instead of wasting time on it now when I should be making money. That was exactly it, except that all at once I no longer saw any sense in spending the best years of my life earning money in order to enjoy a questionable liberty during the least valuable part.

After a second pint, I entered a pocket of time in which life seemed good, secure, not threatened by the past or "things to come." I knew I had been living on a kind of sine curve, a rolling wave of ups and downs, now hopeful now doomed, now asleep now insomniac, now cocksure now deeply uncertain. If such a roller coaster of moods and dispositions had taken its toll on me, I thought, imagine what it must have been like for

Bradford Morrow

The incarnate angel of Tolkien's mythology, Gandalf the Grey, said it well in a conversation with Frodo. "I wish it need not have happened in my time," laments the young Hobbit. "So do I," Gandalf replies, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

A Spring returns, and they more youthful made; But Man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

O Time the fatal wrack of mortal things, That draws oblivion's curtains over kings, Their sumptuous monuments, men know them not, Their names without a Record are forgot, Their parts, their ports, their pomp's all laid in th' dust Nor wit nor gold, nor buildings scape time's rust; But he whose name is grav'd in the white stone Shall last and shine when all of these are gone.

Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?

Your entire life can change in a 3 months if you want it bad enough.

I'm keeping an eye on the future, an eye on the past, and the present in my pocket.

We are all dead, just not yet buried."

You could look ahead to the future or back at the past, but the present moved too quickly to absorb. Maybe sometimes. Not today.

Hours, days, and years have become voids within voids. I stand alone against the impossible. And the universe sends children. How can I serve you? Would you care for some candy? Perhaps a bedtime story?

Was life like that? You could look ahead to the future or back at the past, but the present moved too quickly to absorb. Maybe sometimes. Not today. Today they were driving along an endless two-lane highway through the forested hills of Connecticut. "Why

Was life like that? You could look ahead to the future or back at the past, but the present moved too quickly to absorb. Maybe sometimes. Not today. Today they were driving along an endless two-lane highway through the forested hills of Connecticut.