Quotes About Time

The Dandelion" O dandelion, rich and haughty, King of village flowers! Each day is coronation time, You have no humble hours. I like to see you bring a troop To beat the blue-grass spears, To scorn the lawn-mower that would be Like fate's triumphant shears. Your yellow heads are cut away, It seems your reign is o'er. By noon you raise a sea of stars More golden than before.

I don't know at what point you stop hurting and start healing

I haven't thought about her for nearly twenty minutes. With a bit of practice, I might make it to thirty.

Deux heures de l'après-midi est prosaïque, presque vulgaire; mais deux heures du matin est un aventurier qui s'enfonce dans l'inconnu. Et cet inconnu, c'est trois heures du matin, le pôle nocturne, le continent mystérieux du temps. On en fait le tour; et si on croit l'avoir traversé jamais, on se trompe, car bientôt quatre heures du matin arrive sans que vous ayez surpris le secret de la nuit. Et le petit jour strie déjà les volets de ses baguettes bleues parallèles.

Everything that just recently had seemed eternal and solid as rock was so quickly turned into rack and ruin you just wanted to shut your eyes and forget.

May be it's hard to tell from us what people were like in the old days, but no one looks behind himself anymore. Everyone's rushing headlong. They're out of breath, stumbling on every step, but they keep on running...No time to look back, there's no time to look underfoot...as though someone's chasing them.

A person gets old not when he reaches old age, but, when he stops being a child.

I shall never forget how the red ball of the sun hung on the horizon and raced along with the train for a short space," she later wrote, "and then plunged below the belly-band of the earth. There have been other suns that set in significance for me, but that sun! It was a book-mark in the pages of a life." While

M)uch as we might imagine we can leave the past behind, it has a nasty way of pressing its hoary old face against the window just as we were sitting down to the feast.

History will catch up with us. It isn't dead more than we are. It lives in and upon us, parasitically, like the bacteria in our intestines without which we would die. If you want to see the future, keep looking steadily behind you, because the future, no matter how we may pretend we don't know it, is history.

So happy ending all round, more or less. I know you're relieved. But much as we might imagine we can leave the past behind, it has a nasty way of pressing its hoary old face against the window just as we are sitting down to the feast.

Live each day and close your eyes each night with the knowledge that you've spent the hours well. That's all any of us can do.

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Hay dos fronteras en nuestro mundo: la del tiempo y la del lugar.

Ser jóvenes», se dijo, «no es un mérito ni una virtud. Es simplemente una condición de la existencia».

How long have I been walking? I don't remember any more, I can't count days or months. Is that the moon, the sun? I can't tell. The night star will sometimes light up the infinite fields of snow with an intensity like that of the sun, while the daytime star rises from the fog-shrouded horizon like a pale moon. The ice reflects the light like water does.

History sometimes reproduces, at a distance of many years, the same combinations of circumstances that generate great achievements. But nothing ever repeats itself in exactly the same way.

the only thing that grows over time is the glory of those who have lived honourably.

Love is like life but longer.

The future is keeping you out of the present time.

These days politics, religion, media seem to get all mixed up. Television became the new religion a long time back and the media has taken over.

It is one of the ironies of the ministry that the very man who works in God's name is often hardest put to find time for God. The parents of Jesus lost Him at church, and they were not the last ones to lose Him there.

Too many church services start at eleven sharp and end at twelve dull.

For example, I loved English and history at school. I would have loved to have done a degree in either. But my Mom said I didn't have time for university.