Quotes About Time

The rapidity with which we forget is astonishing. So

Pasaré una sola vez por este camino; de modo que cualquier bien que pueda hacer o cualquier cortesía que pueda tener para con cualquier ser humano, que sea ahora. No la dejaré para mañana, ni la olvidaré, porque nunca más volveré a pasar por aquí. Emerson dijo: Todo hombre que conozco es superior a mí en algún sentido. En ese sentido, aprendo de él.

For example, you have a right to be first, at least sometimes. You are allowed to make mistakes, as long as you intend to learn from them. You have a right to say you don't have enough time for something, if in fact you really don't have enough time. STEP 2: Conducting an Honest Self-assessment Most feelings of submissiveness or aggressiveness have their roots in early life.

You and I are standing this very second at the meeting place of two eternities: the vast past that has endured forever, and the future that is plunging on to the last syllable of recorded time. We can't possibly live in either of those eternities—no, not even for one split second.

20,000 Years in Sing Sing

Come, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles.

The time has not yet come for a complete history of the Negro peoples. Archæological

All things in this world are historical.

How did it happen that now he could see everything so clearly. Something had given him leave to live in the present. Not once in his entire life had he come to rest in the quiet center of himself but had forever cast himself from some dark past he could not remember to a future that did not exist. Not once had he been present for his life. So his life had passed like a dream. Is it possible for people to miss their lives the way one can miss a plane?

Home may be where the heart is but it's no place to spend Wednesday afternoon.

i had spent four years propped on the front porch of the fraternity house, bemused and dreaming, watching the sun shine through the spanish moss, lost in the mystery of finding myself alive at such a time and place.

At night the years come back and perch around my bed like ghosts.

A repetition is the re-enactment of past experience toward the end of isolating the time segment which has lapsed in order that it, the lapsed time, can be savored of itself and without the usual adulteration of events that clog time like peanuts in brittle.

To live in the past and future is easy. To live in the present is like threading a needle.

Consider to what extent an "antique" is prized because it is excellently made and beautiful and to what extent it is prized because it is an antique and as such is saturated with another time and another place and is therefore resistant to absorption by the self—

Last summer I picked up a yellow scrap of newspaper and read of a Biloxi election in 1948, and in it I caught the smell of history more pungently than from the metal marker telling of the French and Spanish two hundred years ago and the Yankees one hundred years ago. 1948. What a faroff time.

It's an interesting age you will live in — though I can't say I'm sorry to miss it. But it should be quite a sight, the going under of the evening land. That's us all right. And I can tell you, my young friend, it is evening. It is very late.

For him there is no present; there is only the past of what has been formulated and seen and the future of what has been formulated and not seen. The present is surrendered to the past and the future.

The World is a very old place, so you'll never be able to tell a completely original story

Life is not a series of isolated ponds and puddles; life is this river you below, before you. It flows from the past through the present on its way to the future.

From what people who are on Facebook say, it's a colossal waste of time, but what I don't get is why they're always on it anyway. . . .

America's been living on borrowed time all these years... Playing the world's whore, wallowing in our greed. Now we're going to pay the price.

But he'd become impatient with the way people wasted their lives, squandered their chances like paychecks.

Life is not a series of isolated ponds and puddles; life is this river you see below, before you. It flows from the past through the present on its way to the future.