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Quotes About Time

Funny little thing. How could she know that even despair can work for you if you're lucky enough to outlive it.   I'd
~ Wis?awa Szymborska
A vida dura o tempo de umas marcas de garra na areia.
~ Wis?awa Szymborska
I've wanted to write about them for a long while, but it's a tricky subject, always put off for later and perhaps worthy of a better poet, even more stunned by the world than I. But time is short. I write.
~ Wis?awa Szymborska
Eso de fotogénico tiene poco, y requiere años. Todas las cámaras se han ido ya a otra guerra.
~ Wis?awa Szymborska
No he vivido más que tú, sino sólo lo bastante para pensar de lejos.
~ Wis?awa Szymborska
No existe vida que, aun por un instante, no sea inmortal. La muerte siempre llega con ese instante de retraso. En vano golpea con la aldaba en la puerta invisible. Lo ya vivido no se lo puede llevar.
~ Wis?awa Szymborska
As far as the eye can see, there's water and hazy horizon. Into the ark, plans for the distant future, joy in the difference, admiration for the better man, choice not narrowed down to one of two, outworn scruples, time to think it over, and the belief that all this will still come in handy someday.
~ Wis?awa Szymborska
Y helo aquí: en un estado indeporable, el escarabajo muerto en el sendero resplandece bajo el sol. El tiempo de una mirada basta para pensar en él: no le ha ocurrido nada importante, parece. Lo importante, dicen, es lo que nos atañe a nosotros. La vida, pero solo nuestra, o la muerte, pero también sólo nuestra, una muerte que así goza de su obligada primacía.
~ Wis?awa Szymborska
Å»aden dzieÅ" siÄ™ nie powtórzy, nie ma dwóch podobnych nocy, dwóch tych samych pocaÅ'unków, dwóch jednakich spojrzeÅ" w oczy.
~ Wis?awa Szymborska
Å»ycie, cho?by i dÅ'ugie, zawsze bÄ™dzie krótkie.
~ Wis?awa Szymborska
Why do we treat the fleeting day with so much needless fear and sorrow? It's in its nature not to stay: Today is always gone tomorrow.
~ Wis?awa Szymborska
Die - you can't do that to a cat... Something doesn't start at its usual time. Something doesn't happen as it should. Someone was always, always here, then suddenly disappeared and stubbornly stays disappeared.
~ Wis?awa Szymborska
We leven langer, maar minder nauwkeurig en in kortere zinnen.
~ Wis?awa Szymborska
We read the letters of the dead like helpless gods, but gods nonetheless, since we know the dates that follow. We know which debts will never be repaid.
~ Wis?awa Szymborska
Naš jedini susret, posle mnogo godina, bio je razgovor dveju stolica za hladnim sto?i?em. Vislava Šimborska, Prva ljubav
~ Unknown
My apologies to chance for calling it necessity. My apologies to necessity if I'm mistaken, after all. Please, don't be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due. May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade. My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second.
~ Wislawa Szymborska
La vida dura unos cuantos rasguños en la arena
~ Wislawa Szymborska
I have always loved long journeys. The act of leaving accustomed surroundings is a release from real time, real life. You can place that familiar life on hold, freeze it, secure in the awareness that it will be there waiting for you when you come back. The journey itself becomes an opportunity to explore parallel lives, those other optional lives which have always been there.
~ Unknown
When I grow too old to dream, I'll have you to remember, When I grow too old to dream, Your love will stay in my heart.
~ Unknown
It was too late to retreat - the world exists only because it is always too late to retreat.
~ Witold Gombrowicz
Lata rozpadajÄ… siÄ™ na miesiÄ…ce, miesiÄ…ce na dni, dni na godziny, minuty na sekundy, a sekundy przeciekajÄ…. Czym jestem? Jestem pewna iloÅ›ciÄ… sekund - które przeciekÅ'y. Rezultat: nic. Nic.
~ Witold Gombrowicz
Tuose puslapiuose tvinksi toks gyvas laikme?io pul­sas, kad mÅ«s? Å¡irdyse kyla tikrumo alkis, gyvenimo ir tegu netobulo jo realizavimo geismas. Ta?iau gyvenimas lieka ta­rytum už stiklo – nutolÄ™s – viskas lyg jau ne mÅ«s?, lyg žvelg­tum pro traukinio langÄ….
~ Witold Gombrowicz
Ku tej idei - ?e taniec stwarza muzyk? - par?a ludzko?? wszystkimi drogami swoimi, ona sta?a si? natchnieniem i met? mojego czasu, ku niej i ja d??y?em po spirali, coraz cia?niejsze zataczaj?c kr?gi. Ale w tej?e chwili zosta?em unicestwiony. Gdy? zda?em sobie spraw?, ?e my?l t? my?l? jedynie dla jej patosu!
~ Witold Gombrowicz
Ein Mensch stirbt. Und? Nichts weiter. Der Wind weht weiter. Die Elbe quasselt weiter. Die Straßenbahn klingelt weiter.
~ WOLFGANG BORCHERT