Quotes About Time

The best of men cannot defend their fate: the good die early, the bad die late.

I recommend it to the Charity of all good People to look back, and reflect duly upon the Terrors of the Time; and whoever does so will see, that it is not an ordinary Strength that cou'd support it; it was not like appearing in the Head of an Army, or charging a Body of Horse in the Field; but it was charging Death itself on his pale Horse; to stay indeed was to die, and it could be esteemed nothing less.

as this is ordinarily the fate of young heads, so reflection upon the folly of it, is as ordinarily the exercise of more years, or of the dear-bought experience of time....

here I cannot but take notice that the strange temper of the people of London at that time contributed extremely to their own destruction.

And thus I left the island, the 19th of December, as I found by the ship's account, in the year 1686, after I had been upon it eight-and-twenty years, two months, and nineteen days;

yet there would always be some difference seen between five-and-twenty and two-and-forty.

Las intuiciones creativas florecen mejor cuando las personas tienen objetivos claros y libertad también en el modo de alcanzarlos. Y, lo más importante todavía, tienen suficiente tiempo libre para pensar. Ese es el entorno más favorable para incubar la creatividad.

There are two major streams of self-awareness: "me," which builds narratives about our past and future; and "I," which brings us into the immediate present. The "me," as we've seen, links together what we experience across time. The "I," in stark contrast, exists only in the raw experience of our immediate moment.

tienen suficiente tiempo libre para pensar. Ese es el entorno más favorable para incubar la creatividad. 5.

The slow, deliberate forces of evolution that have shaped our emotions have done their work over the course of a million years; the last 10,000 years, despite having witnessed the rapid rise of human civilization and the explosion of the human population from five million to five billion, have left little imprint on our biological templates for emotional life.

Os sentimentos morais derivam da empatia e as reflexões morais implicam tempo e foco. Um dos custos do frenético fluxo das distrações que enfrentamos hoje em dia, receiam alguns, é uma erosão da empatia e da compaixão. Quanto mais distraídos andamos, menos conseguimos cultivar formas mais subtis de empatia e compaixão.

The dimension of time is a huge problem—if the pace of global warming were accelerated to a few years instead of over centuries, people would pay more attention. But it's like the national debt: I'll leave it to my grandchildren—I'm sure they'll think of some solution.

Like all buses, it comes when it comes. You can wait with frustations, angers or feeling of victimhoods or you can wait with patience and relaxation, either way, it won't make the bus come any way faster

We work so hard to avoid death because life is precious. That is why we clutch to this life so tightly. That's why we have so much anxiety, even anger, when something threatens us or our loved ones. But here's the contradiction: If you work TOO HARD to avoid death, then you're not going to have time to feel how precious life really is. You won't be able to feel it. You'll know it in your head but not in your heart.

Afternoons are the Bermuda Triangles of our days. Across many domains, the trough represents a danger zone for productivity, ethics, and health.

And when love is over when the diner of love seems closed from the outside you want all those hours back along with anything you left at the lover's house and maybe a couple of things which aren't technically yours on the grounds that you wasted a portion of your life and those hours have all gone southside.

When do you learn that the world, like any diner worth its salt, is open twenty-four hours a day?

Not like we were going to be forever. I mean, who would dare think that, forever? Some idiot girl who wouldn't know how things played out.

December 5 is what I saw as we walked together on October 5, let's go, let's go together toward something extraordinary and I started making plans, thinking we would get that far.

We thought we had time. I waved but couldn't answer, because I was finally letting myself grin as wide as I'd wanted all afternoon, all evening, every sec of every minute with you, Ed. Shit, I guess I already loved you then.

It will be a very long time before I trust you ever, ever - OK, I trust you again.

This is love, to sit with someone you've known forever in a place you've been meaning to go, and watching as their life happens to them until you stand up and it's time to go. You don't care about yours. Why should it change, the love you feel, no matter how death goes?

We thought we had time.

Another gift, another secret, another time to lean in and kiss me.