Quotes About Time

High schools remind me of high school, I can't help it. I graduated twenty years ago, but all it takes is the sound of the first period buzzer going off or the smell of floor wax and it is 1985 all over again, when I am skinny and self-conscious.

All governments stress an employment-intensive force of production, but are unwilling to recognize that jobs can also destroy the use-value of free time. They all stress a more objective and complete professional definition of people's needs, but are insensitive to the consequent expropriation of life.

Beyond a critical speed, no one can save time without forcing another to lose it. The man who claims a seat in a faster vehicle insists that his time is worth more than that of the passenger in a slower one. Beyond a certain velocity, passengers become consumers of other people's time, and accelerating vehicles become the means for effecting a net transfer of life-time.

It goes without saying that the desire to accomplish the task with more confidence, to avoid wasting time and labour, and to spare our experimental animals as much as possible, made us strictly observe all the precautions taken by surgeons in respect to their patients.

That vague, crepuscular time, the time of regrets that resemble hopes, of hopes that resemble regrets, when youth has passed, but old age has not yet arrived.

In the end, nature is inexorable: it has no reason to hurry and, sooner or later, it takes what belongs to it. Unconsciously and inflexibly obedient to its own laws, it doesn't know art, just as it doesn't know freedom, just as it doesn't know goodness.

At the end of the month, the doors will close on our little club for the last time. The end of an error.

Your past constructs your present and future, thereby making you a three-dimensional human being.

Dodju tako ponekad vremena, kada pamet zacuti, budala progovori, a fukara se obogati.

M?odo?? to nic takiego, przejdzie z wiekiem...

S?uchaj, jak si? czas zbli?a, i daj mu nadej??.

We were in a relationship for eight years, and we maybe saw each other, total, for a year.

The one close to me now, even my own body- these too will soon become clouds, floating in different directions.

Suppose that we allot ourselves a generous eight hours a day for sleep (and few need more than that), three hours for meals and conversation, ten hours for work and travel. Still we have thirty-five hours each week to fill. What happens to them? How are they invested?

Conscious of time, Jesus spent His time doing things that mattered. No time was wasted on things not vital.

The quality of a person's leadership will be in part measured by time: its use and its passage.

Time is precious, but we squander it thoughtlessly

Our problem is not too little time but making better use of the time we have.

These days, the practice of reading spiritual classics is on the wane. We have more leisure today than ever before in history, but many people claim to have no time for reading. A spiritual leader cannot use that excuse.

It is often helpful to keep records of how each hour in a given week is spent, and then look at the record in the light of scriptural priorities. The results may be shocking. Often the record shows that we have much more time available for Christian service than we imagine.

At this moment, or any moment, we're only a cross-section of our real selves. What we really are is the whole stretch of ourselves, all our time, and when we come to the end of this life, all those selves, all our time, will be us—the real you, the real me. And then perhaps we'll find ourselves in another time, which is only a kind of dream.

Soms gaan de gedachten zo razendsnel dat ik ze bijna niet meer kan denken, ze spoelen door mij heen en dan moet ik huilen. En dan opeens staat alles weer stil, verstard als op een toverlantarenplaatje en lijkt niets ooit meer van zijn plaats te kunnen komen en moet je weer gaan lopen om je omgeving op gang te krijgen. Zomaar lopen omdat je anders niet meer kunt voelen dat je ergens thuishoort, dat er tijd verstrijkt.

Tijd heeft geen betekenis op een schilderij. Als het goed is tenminste.' 'En op foto's?' vroeg Vogels. 'De meeste foto's hebben een rouwrand. Heden overleed. Een goed schilderij is net als een stem op een band. Altijd nu, in het heden. Maar wat lul ik, ik fotografeer nauwelijks nog.

Today really matters if tomorrow really counts!