Quotes About Time

Time is itself on time, are you

And the uniqueness of every momentseeks the path from pain to a pearl.

It takes life to live life

Learning never stops till the very end of life's existence from whoever and at whatever time or situations.

My past is an echo of my perfect present being the shadow of my stellar future.

You never know how long you have-there might not BE a later-so don't let things go unsaid or unforgiven.

Looking for a thousand years is worth it, if in the end you find what you need.

Procrastination at the start and sometimes during the project meant there wasn't time to execute the plans well enough.

Time is your most valuable currency!

True efficiency is taking some time to be fully first thing in the morning. Rushing isn't always efficient.

A photograph is the best split-second decision one can make!

Time is Short. Take Time to Travel.

Patience is not passive waiting. Patience is active acceptance of the process required to attain your goals and dreams.

The soul is not controlled by our perception of space or time.

no matter how frequently we came, when we arrived, they acted as if we had been away one hundred years. [His grandparents' greeting.]

Ze glimlachte naar hem. "Op momenten zoals deze krijg je maar één kans.

You start thinking about Yeats, him saying that life was a long preparation for something that never happens. You just got to wait it out.

Stephen Hawking, A Brief History of Time (New York: Bantam, 1988), p. 122.

Life is short, but art is long. Sophocles is dead, but Oedipus lives on…Each of us when we read a great piece of literature is a little more human than befor

Ghosts walked beside Condley on the muddy trails, dirty and unshaven, burdened by helmets and packs and weapons, loping tiredly, all parts of their bodies half asleep while their eyes stayed bright with fear. The ghosts would always be there, young-faced and yearning, even as time itself erased the evidence of their passing. It was a burden rather than a talent that Condley could walk a village trail and be in two time zones at once, the past just as fresh as today.

He had followed the calendar, the years, time- Bird farted. And it came to me, as though it were riding one moment of the gusting wind, as though bird had had it in him all the time and had passed it to me in that one moment of instant corruption.

'Long about knee-deep in June,'Bout the time strawberries meltsOn the vine.

Oh! the old swimmin' hole! When I last saw the place,The scenes was all changed, like the change in my face.

Enduring echoes call out from his past. Time ain't for saving, no time's not for that. Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire, He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare.