"time"タグの名言

Miranda waited, then said, 'But what will I do for a whole year?' Neither of them answered her. She supposed the answer was, Get better. The thought of a slow and measured crawl back to health filled her with black sand.

Man is a tempted being, living with what he does and suffers in time, the medium in which he realizes his potential character. The indeterminacy of time means that events never happen once and for all. The good may fall, the bad may repent, and suffering can be, not a simple retribution, but a triumph.

Time is one-way ticket.

Love is measured in time. The time we are willing to spend with people we love, or doing the things we love. That's why we get so frustrated when our time is not well invested, or even feel hurt when the people we love are not willing to spend the same amount of time with us...

Back before there was time, I lived with my father on an island, tucked away in an endless archipelago that reached up out of the cold salt water, hungry for air.

Time never dies. It just changes dimensions.

But time moves in only one direction. Not everything that breaks can be repaired.

Some details are lost to time, and in fact it’s for the best. To ever feel that you understand anything only means that your mind has turned rigid.

I dreamed of going to the most remote places on this earth to dig for old bones, older than people. Before humans and their stupid ideas. Before hate. Maybe even before love, too. Dinosaurs just existed. No lectures, no books, no language. No world-conquering Europeans and no defeated everybody else. Just those powerful, unrestrained creatures roaming the planet.

Words like wistfully and sublime are penned into prose and rhyme. As night gives way to dawn, life gives way to time

No greater thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig; if you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.

We keep waiting for the right time to do what we want to do, but time is a complicated thing, it's never right.

Living and Timing

Cursed be the immortal that believed time was more precious than love.

What immortal ever knew what it was like to number his days? Yet I can feel the hours passing when she is near

Since the beginning, there has been no wiser sage than Father Time.

The moon rose, and the moon set; And the stars rushed up and whirled and set; And again they swarmed, after a shaft of sunlight; And the dark blue dusk closed above him, like an ocean of regret.

Did time really flow in such a steady and linear way? Couldn't this be a mistaken way of thinking, an error of major proportions?

There is no way of wasting time. Because what is time for, except to be wasted?

Oh great another weak minded spending time here…