Quotes About Time

He thought he would become accustomed to the idea, not yet understanding that it is useless to become accustomed to the loss of a father, for it will never happen a second time: might as well leave the wound open.

when a man has little time, he must take care to maintain his calm. We must act as if we had eternity before us.

Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and altars like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn

Oggi i libri sono i nostri vecchi. Non ce ne rendiamo conto, ma la nostra ricchezza rispetto all'analfabeta (o di chi, alfabeto, non legge) è che lui sta vivendo e vivrà solo la sua vita e noi ne abbiamo vissute moltissime.

Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus. -Yesterday's rose endures in its name, we hold empty names.

Accordingly, the choice between a literature review and a research thesis is linked to the student's ability and maturity. And regrettably, it is often linked to financial factors, because a working student certainly has less time and energy to dedicate to long hours of research and trips to foreign research institutes or libraries, and often lacks money for the purchase of rare and expensive books and other resources.

We like lists because we don't want to die.

Chi non legge, a 70 anni avrà vissuto una sola vita. Chi legge avrà vissuto 5000 anni. A lettura è una immortalità all'indietro.

as Boethius says, nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn; and what would be the point of saying today that the abbot Abo had a stern eye and pale cheeks, when by now he and those around him are dust and their bodies have the mortal grayness of dust (only their souls, God grant, shining with a light that will never be extinguished)?

Wer nicht liest, wird mit 70 Jahren nur ein einziges Leben gelebt haben: Sein eigenes. Wer liest, wird 5000 Jahre gelebt haben: Er war dabei, als Kain Abel tötete, als Renzo Lucia heiratete, als Leopardi die Unendlichkeit bewunderte. Denn Lesen ist eine Unsterblichkeit nach hinten." – Der Name der Rose (S. 124 bis 130) von Umberto Eco

Dreams of flying have haunted the collective imagination since time immemorial.

sách là má»™t sinh v?t y?u Ä'u?i, nó ch?u Ä'á»±ng sá»± bào mòn c?a th?i gian, s? các loài g?m nh?m, k? th?y, k? h?a, và e ng?i nh?ng bàn tay v?ng v?, c?c m?ch.

Mundus senescit, ? ?????? ??????.

Qué lector modelo quería yo mientras escribía? Un cómplice, sin duda, que entrase en mi juego. Lo que yo quería era volverme totalmente medieval y vivir en el Medievo como si fuese mi época (y viceversa).

How great, I said to myself then, repeating the words of Vincent Belovacensis, the humblest beauty of this world, and how pleasing to the eye of reason the consideration of not only the modes and numbers and orders of things, so decorously established for the whole universe, but also the cycle of times that constantly unravel through successions and lapses, marked by the death of what has been born.

Boethius says, nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn;

Where have i=I read that at the end, when life, surface upon surface, has become completely encrusted with experience, you know everything, the secret, the power, and the glory, why you were born, why you are dying, and how it all could have been different? You are wise. But the greatest wisdom, at that moment, is knowing that your wisdom is too late. You understand everything when there is no longer anything to understand.

Where have I read that at the end, when life, surface upon surface, has become completely encrusted with experience, you know everything, the secret, the power, and the glory, why you were born, why you are dying, and how it all could have been different? You are wise. But the greatest wisdom, at that moment, is knowing that your wisdom is too late. You understand everything when there is no longer anything to understand.

kendimden geçip uykuya dald?m ve uzun uzun uyudum, çünkü gençlerin uykuya yaÅŸl?lardan daha çok gereksinimi vard?r; onlar bol bol uyudular; sonsuz uykular?na haz?rlan?yorlar ÅŸimdi.

El miedo a morir infunde aliento a los recuerdos.

La vida no es más que una lenta rememoración de la infancia.

Je récapitule. Entrez dans une salle de ciné : si pour aller de A à B, les protagonistes mettent plus de temps que vous ne le souhaiteriez, alors c'est un film porno.

Good libraries hold several millions of books: even if we read a book a day, we would read only 365 a year, around 3,600 in ten years, and between the ages of ten and eighty we'll have read only 25,200. A trifle.

What terrifies you most in purity, I asked? Haste, William answered. -- The Name of the Rose, Fifth Day, Nones