Quotes About Time

Bak?n ama öyle s?k görülen bir ÅŸey ki. Ä°yi olan ne varsa ölüyor, çünkü zaman?n ak??? iyinin kar??s?nda. Ve bu ak?? önüne ne ç?karsa ezip geçiyor.

Biliyor musunuz - bazen öyle korkuya kap?l?yorum ki, bazen ... bazen ... bazen evden ç?kmaya cesaret edemiyorum, öyle bir güven içindeyim. BoÅŸ zaman?mda -ki çok boÅŸ zaman?m var- evde oturmay? tercih ediyorum, korkudan, ÅŸimdiki gibi, nas?l anlatay?m size? Bir s?k??ma duygusu, bir bunalt?, deli gibi korkuyorum bu güvenlikten, bir çeÅŸit klostrofobi, sürekli iÅŸe yerleÅŸmiÅŸ olma psikozu...

The second rule is: perfume lives in time; it has its youth, its maturity, and its old age. And only if it gives off a scent equally pleasant at all three different stages of its life, can it be called successful

Aunque no contaba todavía treinta años, madame Gaillard ya tenía la vida a sus espaldas.

Por un momento, durante unos segundos, durante toda una eternidad, según se le antojó a él, el tiempo se dobló o desapareció por completo, porque ya no sabía si ahora era ahora y aquí era aquí, o ahora era entonces y aquí era allí

Procrastination is, as Edward Young said in about sixteen ninety-five, the thief of time.

The Devil never shows up on time for his own staff meetings, preferring instead to make everyone else stew and wait. Sometimes it's a few minutes, sometimes a few weeks. It can get pretty ugly. Considering

Yesterday was the last day of the rest of my life' pin

You know us idle rich – so little to do, so much time to do it. That's why I took a nice long vacation, so I could do nothing with different people.

you ever wondered why socks disappear in the dryer?" I nodded, offering, "The spinning of the dryer combined with the intense heat tears open small holes in the fabric of space and time. Occasionally a sock falls through and ends up in the dresser of some dinosaur." Not everyone agreed with my idea. "The way I see it is the socks mutate into wire coat hangers which then somehow appear in my closet," Dion surmised.

stones, even, are smoother for the dust.

I'm not gonna ride home in the car. I'll wait for Randy. I think I'll get home quicker.

Another way in which younger and older learners may differ is in the amount of time they can actually spend learning a second language. We know that first language learners spend thousands of hours in contact with the language or languages spoken around them. Young second language learners may also be exposed to their second language for many hours every day—in the classroom, on the playground, or in front of the television.

Decisions about when to start second language instruction in schools should be based on realistic goals and on realistic estimates of how long it takes to achieve them. One or two hours a week will not produce advanced second language speakers, no matter how young they were when they began. Older learners may be able to make better use of the limited time they have for second language instruction.

Well I haven't fucked much with the past, But I've fucked plenty with the future. - Babelogue

I believe that we, that this planet, hasn't seen its Golden Age. Everybody says its finished ... art's finished, rock and roll is dead, God is dead. Fuck that! This is my chance in the world. I didn't live back there in Mesopotamia, I wasn't there in the Garden of Eden, I wasn't there with Emperor Han, I'm right here right now and I want now to be the Golden Age ...if only each generation would realise that the time for greatness is right now when they're alive ... the time to flower is now.

Both of them were ahead of their time, but they didn't live long enough to see the time they were ahead of.

Everything comes down so pasteurized everything comes down 16 degrees they say your amplifier is too loud turn your amplifier down are we high all alone on our knees memory is just hips that swing like a clock the past projects fantastic scenes tic/toc tic/toc tic/toc fuck the clock!

Anxious for some permanency, I guess I needed to be reminded how temporal permanency is.

I knew one day I would stop and he would keep on going, but until then nothing could tear us apart.

We want thing we cannot have. We seek to reclaim a certain moment , sound, sensation. I want to hear my mother's voice. I want to see my children as children. Hands small, feet swift. Everything changes. Boy grown, father dead, daughter taller than me, weeping from a bad dream. Please stay forever, I say to the things I know. Don't go. Don't grow.

I preferred an artist who transformed his time, not mirrored it." - reference to Andy Warhol

Our quiet rage gives us wings, the possibility to negotiate the gears winding backwards uniting all time.

I was there for these moments, but so young and preoccupied with my own thoughts that I hardly recognized them as moments.