Quotes About Time

L'uomo libero ha sempre tempo a sua disposizione per conversare in pace a suo agio. Egli passerà come faremo noi nel nostro dialogo, da un argomento all'altro; come noi egli lascerà quello vecchio per uno nuovo che lo attiri di più; e non si preoccupa affatto se la discussione andrà per le lunghe, ma solo di conseguire la verità.

He aquí por qué no tenemos tiempo para pensar en la filosofía; y el mayor de nuestros males consiste en que en el acto de tener tiempo y ponernos a meditar, de repente interviene el cuerpo en nuestras indagaciones, nos embaraza, nos turba y no nos deja discernir la verdad.

Doch jetzt ist's Zeit fortzugehen: für mich, um zu sterben, für euch, um zu leben. Wer von uns dem besseren Los entgegengeht, ist uns allen unbrkannt - das weiß nur Gott.

For it is clear, on the one hand, that have you been familiar with these things for a long time—whatever you wish to signify when you utter being—and, before this we used to believe it, but now we have been perplexed.

For it is clear, on the one hand, that you have been familiar with these things for a long time —whatever you wish to signify when you utter being— and, before this we used to believe it, but now we have been perplexed.

I'm an apple, tossed here by someone who loves you, Xanthippe. But you should nod assent: after all, you and I will both waste away.

Time brings everything, and dragging years alter names and forms, nature and even destiny.

The Philebus appears to be one of the later writings of Plato

The Gods confound the man who first found out How to distinguish the hours---confound him, too Who in this place set up a sundial To cut and hack my days so wretchedly Into small pieces ! . . . I can't (even sit down to eat) unless the sun gives leave. The town's so full of these confounded dials . . .

If you want to give yourself a fair chance to succeed, never expect too much too soon

Interests evolve into hobbies or volunteer work, which grow into passions. It takes time, more time than anyone imagines.

I think when a reader reads a whole book - which takes six to ten hours - that's kind of a gift to the author. The gift of close, undivided attention. To who else do we listen so closely for eight straight hours? And when readers give that gift to me, I'm grateful for it.

It disguises itself as motor vehicle knowledge, but really it's physics, which any other time would be fascinating but not right now, not while you're trying to learn to drive.

So what do I do with the rest of my time? he thought. Live rent-free with my parents, write in my notebooks, go out dancing, catch a buzz, get laid? It doesn't sound so bad. But what if I only have, say, five more years to live?

The living are more demanding; the dead can wait.

For living men, the units of time always have a value, which increases in ratio to the strength of the internal resources of the person living through them; but for us, hours, days, months spilled out sluggishly from the future into the past, always too slowly, a valueless and superfluous material, of which we sought to rid ourselves as soon as possible. ... For us, history had stopped.

In those days, as I was waiting fairly courageously for death, I harbored a piercing hope for everything, for all imaginable human experiences, and I cursed my preceding life, which it seemed to me I had taken little and poor advantage of, and I felt time slipping through my fingers, escaping from my body minute by minute, like a hemorrhage that cannot be stanched.

This is hell. Today, in our times, hell must be like this. A huge, empty room: we are tired, standing on our feet, with a tap which drips while we cannot drink the water, and we wait for something which will certainly be terrible, and nothing happens and nothing continues to happen. What can one think about? One cannot think any more, it is like being already dead. Someone sits down on the ground. The time passes drop by drop.

infin che un giorno senso non avrà più dire : domani (...jusqu'à ce qu'un jour dire demain n'ait plus de sens)

Le grane, tu lo saprai, non vengono al galoppo, come gli Unni, ma zitte, di soppiatto, come le epidemie.

Until one day there will be no more sense in saying: tomorrow.

If all we're doing is flinging words and emotions in all directions without any real consideration for the specific ways the enemy is targeting us and the promises of God that apply to us, we're mostly just wasting our time.

1. I DO SOLEMNLY RESOLVE to embrace my current season of life and will maximize my time in it. I will resist the urge to hurry through or circumvent any portion of my journey but will live with a spirit of contentment.

Quiet time is not an excuse for the lazy but a wise investment for the diligent.