Times of mourning displace us from ordinary life.
You can tell me I’m dead until the words lose their meaning, but it won’t change that I’m not, and I don’t want to waste the time I have.
A young ticket should never be envied, they queue for the bus the same as us
Time well spent adds to life well lived.
And my death comes when every soul has loved each other at least once,' sang the universe.
If these past few weeks have taught me anything, it’s that sooner or later we all run out of time… Safe choices are fine, but if my clock hits zero tomorrow, I don’t want any regrets. I don’t know how long I’ll be in Italy, or what the world will look like when I come back; all I know is that we’re here now, and there’s no reason why we shouldn’t have what we want.
The thing about today is... It's Monday! No other day could get the week off to such a great start.
The faster you move, the slower time passes, the longer you live.
It is time to become more deliberate & careful in your thoughts, words, actions, reactions & relations. It is time to choose your own experience in life & to consciously create the outcomes that you want instead of just letting the life happen to you. Let you learn to be best of your trueself, focus on only speaking good to yourself & do more of what you love in life to have more feelings of great pleasure, happiness & less anxiety. Let you soon achieve the state of being completely free from illness, hassles or agitations & enjoy more joy-filled moments now than ever. Let God keep your path illuminated with exceptional favours. Stay Blessed!
When everything else is right, the timing will be wrong. Such is life!
We take life so serious at times, worrying about the little things, until we get to the end of our lives and wonder why we did.
Life is a time journey.
I value my time so much that undressing is the only thing I am willing to do for sex.
Every second is a step away from our mothers’ wombs towards our own tombs.
Most people master the art of wasting a life.
The rhythms that count - the rhythms of life, the rhythms of the spirit - are those that dance and course in life itself. The movement in gestation from conception to birth, the distole and systole of the hearts, the taking of each successive breath, the ebb and flow of tides in response to the pull of the moon and the sun, the wheeling of the seasons from one equinox or one solstice to another - these, not the eternally passing seconds registered on clocks and watches and not the days and months and years that the calendar imposes, define the time... we dwell within until our days ended
I have wasted most of the time on social media in doing unnecessary but I don't regret because I know one day I will return to my originality. I am me. I am me ​
It is a matter for wonder: a moment, now here and then gone, nothing before it came, again nothing after it has gone, nonetheless returns as a ghost and disturbs the peace of a later moment. A leaf flutters from the scroll of time, floats away- and suddenly floats back again and falls into the man's lap. Then the man says 'I remember' and envies the animal, who at once forgets and for whom every moment really dies, sinks back into night and f og and is extinguished for ever. Thus the animal lives unhistorically: for it is contained in the present...
For we die every day; oblivion thrives Not on dry thighbones but on blood-ripe lives, And our best yesterdays are now foul piles Of crumpled names, phone numbers and foxed files.
A world without death would have no beauty, no yellow leaves in the autumn. It would be boring. There would be no change because change implies death. A world without death would be a frozen world. The fact is that we want to make the world better than God does.
