Time is an illusion, say the scientists. It is molecular, it is bendable or liquid, it is soldered metal; or it is droplets of memory. I imagine it looks like mercury, silver and elusive...Burn all the clocks. I am free.
It is better to waste one’s gold than to waste one’s time, for gold can be acquired from a mine, sold, gifted, or stored in a bank. Time has no master and no shape. No rock can contain it, and nobody can own it. Time is the breath of the Goddess, the rhythm of her chest, the pulse of her beating heart.
Be patient my little wild one, wondrous things take time. A pearl is hidden before it’s refined. A diamond’s luster is dull before revealing brilliant magnificent breathtaking shine.
Какие пустяки, какие глупые мелочи иногда приобретают в жизни значение, вдруг ни с того ни с сего. По-прежнему смеёшься над ними, считаешь пустяками, и всё же идешь и чувствуешь, что у тебя нет сил остановиться.
Being in a hurry does not slow down time.
Time destroys, Time heals. Time will take your happiness away, Time will give you a reason to live. The wind is stormy, Tomorrow it will be placid. Time is making things fall apart today, But eventually time itself will create a new pathway!
The day your souls see their faces or smell their memories in someone else's stories, and doesn't bleed anymore. You know, you have healed.
We would rarely waste time if it were earned.
The job of a dream is to set you free.
Altogether, the task of estimating the lenght of human life is beyond our capacity, for directly we say that it is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.
We crave someone to love, chase someone to hate, and demand someone else decide who receives which fate.
Make time while you can take time cause time will soon take it all away.
Be the ‘I’ and ‘I’m’ In Time
Time, which is a sunny pasture covered with a dancing light, time, which is wide-spread as a field at midday, becomes pendant. Time tapers to a point. As a drop falls from a glass heavy with some sediment, time falls. These are the true cycles, these are the true events.
We are swept on by the torrent of things grown so familiar that they cast no shadow. We float, we float...
I feel a strange connection to something infinite. In the depths of my heart, somewhere reason cannot reach, I keep wondering: why does it seem like there is something beyond time and space, waiting for me to discover it, to experience it? As if it needs me to.
If God is omniscient, this doesn't necessarily mean that he is omnipotent, too. Omniscience is associated with future events that cannot be changed. In similar way, it is impossible to change the causal chain leading up to the emergence of these future events, while omnipotence is related to the power to change and re-arrange this causal chain itself. Now the question is whether God can have it in his power to make such a change and re-arrangement? If yes, then God would contradict himself: how can God foreknow something that will not happen because of an alteration of the causal chain leading to its occurrence at a later time? If not, God would contradict himself, too: how can God be Almighty if he cannot alter what he believed to happen at a earlier time?
Many times, a moment can turn your soul waves to welcoming, sunny shores. And in that moment, all you have to do is to let yourself in the arms of the Destiny, carried away of the endless time feeling, without more other searches...
There, I was hit again with a feeling I'd had rather frequently as of late. Deep in the night, or even in broad daylight, a sense of the transitory would abruptly arise, shocking me, slapping my clueless self with the truth of my own age and how much time had already passed, and so suddenly too, it seemed. It would hit hard. And it made me want to keep hold of everything and to toss it away. How could you even talk about that? What were the words for it? I just didn't know where it all went and how it went that fast. What we lost over a lifetime seemed so great.
In order to minimize regret, maximize your respect of time and it’s limitations.
