Quotes About Time

Mail your packages early so the Post Office can lose them in time for Christmas.

Is there a cure for a broken heart? Only time can heal your broken heart, just as time can heal his broken arms and legs.

Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you'd never complete your life, would you? You'd never wholly know you.

I've been on a calendar, but I've never been on time.

What's the good of drawing in the next breath if all you do is let it out and draw in another?

I've been on a calendar, but never on time.

I am invariably late for appointments - sometimes as much as two hours. I've tried to change my ways but the things that make me late are too strong, and too pleasing.

I read poetry to save time.

For those who are poor in happiness, each time is a first time; happiness never becomes a habit.

We should all start to live before we get too old.

You miss so much when you're young. It's fine to be old. So exciting. And I'm not going to retire.

Remember, time is the most precious commodity we have, and under the stresses and pressures of everyday contemporary life, we often trade it for less than its real value. Everything we do is time-consuming, but very few things are time-repaying.

It's not a man's working hours that is important, it is how he spends his leisure time.

Our cultural roots are the most ancient in the world. The spiritual concepts of our Ancestors gave birth to religious thought African people believe in the oneness of the African family through sacred time, which unites the past, the present and the future. Our Ancestors live with us.

Un sfert de via?? îl pierdem f?când leg?turi. Tot felul de leg?turi între idei, între fluturi, între lucruri ?i praf. Totul curge a?a de repede, ?i noi tot mai facem leg?turi între subiect ?i predicat. Trebuie s?-i d?m drum vie?ii, a?a cum ne vine exact, s? nu mai încerc?m s? facem leg?turi care nu ?in. De când spun cuvinte f?r? ?ir, simt c?-mi recuperez ani frumo?i din via??.

Începe s? fie târziu în mine. Uite, s-a f?cut întuneric în mâna dreapt? ?i-n salcâmul din fa?a casei.

De ce oamenii î?i pierd timpul cu lucruri care nu le folosesc dup? moarte?

Ne scap? mereu câte ceva în via??, de aceea trebuie s? ne na?tem mereu.

Cum se numea dr?cia aceea frumoas? ?i minunat? ?i nenorocit? ?i caraghioas?, format? de ani, pe care am tr?it-o eu?

?i-am l?sat vorb? în amintirea mea, m?car la soroace mai mari, universul întreg s? fie dat lumii de poman?.

Î?i e?ti ?i drum lung ?i merind? ?i vreme oricât?, oricând. ?i spa?iu cabrând nenoroc. ?i totu-i vibrare pe loc.

Vorbe, chipul meu de-acum Vor r?mâne-n voi m?car Cât r?mâne apa m?rii În n?vodul de pescar Cum adun comori pira?ii În vreo pe?ter? grozav? - Am c?rat în voi întruna Saci cu timp ?i l?zi cu slav?. Iar când v-am umplut de stele – Tot mai nes?tul de buchii Mi-am vârât în voi fiin?a Îndesând-o cu genunchii.

Zidul acesta e nebun, nu ?tiu ce are, îmi v?d pe el trei umbre. la trei vârste diferite. N-am f?cut niciodat? trei umbre p?mântului, cel mult dou?, odat? într-o duminic?, g?tit cu vise noi.