Quotes About Time

Today's story writes tomorrow's history

What I really find interesting is there is plenty of time for death, but so little time for life.

Youth is fleeting, life less so.

She buried him before the prime,She was dead herself ere evensong time.God send every gentlemanSuch hounds, such hawks, and such leman.

I came to the place of my birth, and cried, "The friends of my youth, where are they?" And echo answered, "Where are they?"

If only, when one heardThat Old Age was comingOne could bolt the door,Answer "Not at home"And refuse to meet him!

Give me today, and take tomorrow.

Tout passe, tout casse, tout lasse [Everything passes, everything perishes, everything palls].

Cras amet qui nunquam amavit quique amavit cras amet [Tomorrow let him love who has never loved and tomorrow let him who has loved love].

Anno aetatis suae… [In the year of his age].

Hickory dickory dock,The mouse ran up the clock,The clock struck one,The mouse ran down;Hickory dickory dock.

A dillar, a dollar,A ten o'clock scholar,What makes you come so soon?You used to come at ten o'clock,And now you come at noon.

That is the present: an emanation of memory bouncing on the illusion of the future

You can only perceive real beauty in a person as they get older.

I have often thought that if photography were difficult in the true sense of the term -- meaning that the creation of a simple photograph would entail as much time and effort as the production of a good watercolor or etching -- there would be a vast improvement in total output. The sheer ease with which we can produce a superficial image often leads to creative disaster.

In wisdom gathered over time I have found that every experience is a form of exploration.

21. 12. 2022. Anselm Grun: Živi i rasti 56 str.

slow it is a slow business to grow a few words to say love

O médico lembrou-se de uma frase de Scott Fitzgerald, tripulante aflito do barco em que seguiam, deixado em terra numa viagem anterior, de coração exausto alimentado pelo oxigénio amargo do álcool: na noite mais escura da alma são sempre três horas da manhã.

Une pendule inlocalisable perdue parmi les ténèbres des armoires laissait s'égoutter des heures étouffées dans un quelconque couloir lointain encombré de malles de bois précieux et conduisant à des chambres raides et humides où le cadavre de Proust flottait encore, éparpillant dans l'air raréfié un relent usé d'enfance.

Que diferença de Lisboa. Não se pode viver numa cidade sem passado.»

continua a surpreender-me o número de recordações que se podem pendurar lado a lado no fio de uma lágrima)" - pg 130/616

sempre que passamos por esta fotografia a minha mulher a demorar-se numa espécie de sorriso voltado na direcção da infância

life is to short, if one day is peace in the week, why look forward to it, time will speed.