"time"タグの名言

Once, very long ago, Time fell in love with Fate.

And then he - Tchaikovsky - turned towards the little lectern that was on the stage, picked up his baton and held it in the air. He paused a moment. It was like watching an old wizard with a wand, summoning the energy needed to cast a spell... Time slowed inside that moment. Then the music began.

Even most of those who really never have time to read a book usually have more than enough time to listen to one.

The future crashing into the present like a wave.

All these nows happening at once. And if all our nows happen at once, then death—it’s just a scavenger hunt through time.

But where is the wolf? The wolf is like the copo de nieve. Snowflake. Snowflake. You catch the snowflake but when you look in your hand you dont have it no more. Maybe you see this dechado. But before you can see it it is gone. If you want to see it you have to see it on its own ground. If you catch it you lose it. And where it goes there is no coming back from. Not even God can bring it back. The boy looked down at the thin and ropy claws that held his hand. The light from the high window had paled, the sun had set. Escuchame, joven, the old man wheezed. If you could breathe a breath so strong you could blow out the wolf. Like you blow out the copo. Like you blow out the fire from the candela. The wolf is made the way the world is made. You cannot touch the world. You cannot hold it in your hand for it is made of breath only.

At the time, the library's fire prevention consisted of smoke detectors and handheld fire extinguishers. There were no sprinklers. The American Library Association, known informally as the ALA, always advised against sprinklers, because water damage was even worse for books than fire damage.

With Lundquist directing, the volunteers worked for the next three days around the clock. Most were strangers to each other, drawn together unexpectedly, and worked together for hours, diligently and peacefully. The formed a human chain, passing the books hand over hand from one person the the next, through the smoky building and out the door. It was as if, in the urgent moment, the people of Los Angeles formed a living library. They created, for that short time, a system to protect and pass along shared knowledge, to save what we know for each other, which is what libraries do everyday.

Am I mad or am I just in a time warp?

Waste no time to worry about your want.

আসলে সময় এক অত বিস্ময়কর শক্তি। এই শক্তি জগতের সবচেয়ে অসম্ভব, আশ্চর্য কাজটিও অবলীলায় করে দিতে পারে। আর তা হয়ে মানুষের মন থেকে তীব্র কোনাে ক্ষত বা আঘাতের দাগ মুছে দেওয়া। সময় নীরবে নিভৃতে তার কাজ করে যেতে থাকে। মানুষ বুঝতেও পারে না যে সময় কখন, কীভাবে তার মন থেকে তার জীবনের সবচেয়ে গভীর, সবচেয়ে তীব্র ক্ষতটি ফিকে করে ফেলেছে। মুছে ফেলেছে। জগতে সময়ের চেয়ে বড় নিরাময়কারী আর নেই। সে সন্তান কিংবা মাতৃমৃত্যুর মতাে ভয়াবহ শােকও ক্রমশ ঝাপসা করে দিতে থাকে। মুছে দিতে থাকে।

I tried to conjure Ali's frozen face, to REALLY see his tranquil eyes, but time can be a greedy thing - sometimes it steals all the details for itself.

वक़्त की ओस हूँ यहीं कहीं बेतहाशा मोहब्बत में लिपटा हुआ आसमान के पार जितना दूर है दिल मेरा इल्म है किसको मेरे सिवाए, की धड़क रहा हैं जो दिल यहाँ, यह दिल यहाँ है कहाँ। ज़िंदा कर लिया करता हूँ उसको वो जो अब यहाँ है नहीं, वो है पर यहाँ नहीं। वो मेरी याद में। ‘शायद’ हवाएं लाती हैं कुछ पेह्गाम उसके वक़्त की ओस में लिपटे हुए धुंधले शीशे सी चाहत है उसको। मैं जैसा सोचा करता हूँ , वो अब भी वैसा है। क्या तुमने भी कभी वक़्त की ओस को देखा है।

With Lundquist directing, the volunteers worked for the next three days around the clock. Most were strangers to each other, drawn together unexpectedly, and worked together for hours, diligently and peacefully. The formed a human chain, passing the books hand over hand from one person the the next, through the smoky building and out the door. It was as if, in this urgent moment, the people of Los Angeles formed a living library. They created, for that short time, a system to protect and pass along shared knowledge, to save what we know for each other, which is what libraries do everyday.

The will to work must dominate, for art is long and time is brief.

Another senior librarian I interviewed that day told me that seeing the library in ruins so traumatized her that she didn't get her period for the next four months.

So be very careful how you spend your time. There is nothing more precious. In the twinkling of an eye, heaven may be won or lost... Man will have no excuse before God at the Day of Judgment when he gives an account of how he spent his time.

Time is everything. Speed is of the essence.

Revenge is ravaging, try not to plan it.. Karma will surely take its course.. But when u see Karma is taking too much time, act yourself..! Karma might have planned you for that role..

A kiss,' she said, 'is like music. It stops time... If you feel for someone, just one single kiss can stop the sparrows, they say. Do you think that can happen?' And she placed the lute beside her on the bed and kissed me and I closed my eyes and the rest of the world faded. There was nothing else. Nothing but her. She was the stars and the heavens and the oceans. There was nothing but that single fragment of time, and this bud of love we had planted inside it. And then, at some point after it started, the kiss ended, and I stroked her hair, and the church bells rang in the distance and everything in the world was in alignment.