Quotes About Time

Perfectionism is the enemy of the author. There is a difference between good writing habits and perfectionism. The author who displays good writing habits delivers on time. The aspiring author who is prone to perfectionism will likely never fin...

We all want results and we want them fast. But, when practicing meditation, impatience is a hindrance.

There is no such thing as lack of time, only unclear priorities and lack of motivation. It is better to abandon a project than to work on it half-heartedly for a protracted period of time.

One myth that has become established in the self-development arena is that it only takes 21 days to form a new habit. This simply isn't true in all cases. Sometimes it takes a shorter time, sometimes a longer time, and sometimes old habits are so hard to break that new ones never take hold.

And now comes the summer of violence And my youth is as dead as the springtime O Sun it is the time of fiery Reason.

We hurry since everything hurries And I shall never not return Memories are all archaic horns Silenced by the wind.

I used to walk by the river An old book under my arm The river is the same as pain It elapses mindlessly And when will the week be over

Come night, strike the hour. Days go, I endure.

Come night, strike hour.Days go, I endure.

C'était et je voudrais ne pas m'en souvenir c'était au déclin de la beauté...

Overhead in the Paris sky Two airplanes fought it out one day And one of them was my whole youth The other was my days to come

Mon beau navire ô ma mémoire Avons-nous assez navigué Dans une onde mauvaise à boire Avons-nous assez divagué De la belle aube au triste soir

How slow life seems to me, how violent the hope of love can be.

Je t'aime tes mains et mes souvenirs Font sonner à toute heure une heureuse fanfare Des soleils tour à tour se prennent à hennir Nous sommes les bat-flanc sur qui ruent les étoiles

Voici le gage de mon amour De nos fiançailles Ni le temps ni l'absence Ne nous feront oublier nos promesses Et un jour nous aurons une belle noce Des touffes de myrte A nos vêtements et dans vos cheveux Un beau sermon à l'église De longs discours après le banquet Et de la musique De la musique

Sais-je où s'en iront tes cheveux Crépus comme mer qui moutonne Sais-je où s'en iront tes cheveux Et tes mains feuilles de l'automne Que jonchent aussi nos aveux

Passons passons puisque tout passe Je me retournerai souvent Les souvenirs sont cors de chasse Dont meurt le bruit parmi le vent.

Passent les jours et passent les semaines Ni temps passé Ni les amours reviennent

Rien n'est mort que ce qui n'existe pas encore Près du passé luisant demain est incolore Il est informe aussi près de ce qui parfait Présente tout ensemble et l'effort et l'effet Martwe jest tylko to co jeszcze nie zaznaÅ'o bytu W blaskach przeszÅ'oÅ›ci jutro nie ma kolorytu I nie zna form bo tylko to co siÄ™ wyÅ'ania Objawia caÅ'Ä… mÄ™kÄ™ i ksztaÅ't powoÅ'ania

Rien n'est plus trompeur qu'une photo : on croit fixer un moment heureux pour l'éternité alors qu'on ne crée que de la nostalgie

so if you love him, why keep him waiting for 13 years?" "Because I was afraid. Afraid of not being worthy, afraid of not knowing how to love him, afraid of waking up one day and not loving him anymore.

Nothing stays the same it all gets crushed. It all gets broken. It all passes with time. Only the moment you're in has any meaning." "There are things that stand the test of time, there are things that last. Like love." "Love theres nothing more fragile or ephereal. Love is like fire on a rainy day: you've got to spend all your time protecting it, feeding it, tending it because if you don't it goes out." "There are some loves that last." "No, what lasts is the pain that comes after love.

The best evidence that time travel is impossible is the fact that we haven't been invaded by hordes of tourists from the future.

He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her. But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?