We swim against― our own sweet moments― lapping the hours in expanded pleasures that swagger away― our wilting sentience― pretending to be― existent―
I wondered where those roads, in which the world diverged, became the promises of another life, the hilly embankment that touched the horizon in tranquil virescent spikes, splattered with hazel lines, that conquered truth and candour.
Who knew those detached words could conjure silent vows― flaming― fide et amor ― nothing lasts forever―
It occurred to me that human beings didn’t live beyond a hundred because they simply weren’t up for it. Psychologically, I mean. You kind of ran out. There wasn’t enough self to keep going. You grew too bored of your own mind. Of the way life repeated itself. How, after a while, there wasn’t a smile or gesture that you hadn’t seen before. There wasn’t a change in the world order that didn’t echo other changes in the world order. And the news stopped being new.
We spend so long trying to get what everyone else has, that we don't even realize that we all ready have it all.
We need to move beyond time management to life leadership
Consider: What difference would a clear vision of my principles, values, and ultimate objectives make in the way I spend my time?
All her life, she believed that carrying so many things is what made her heart always heavier. But there came a day, when she finally realized that, what really makes it heavier is, not having anything there.
Time is a healer. Time is God.
Without a calendar, where would the week go?
Life is a storybook. Our stories depend on what happens and what doesn't; what we know and what we don't; what we forget and why. That's what makes telling the truth so tricky. Because the past never stays still: it keeps changing into the future.
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.
Make time while you can take time cause time will soon take it all away.
You cannot continue to hate someone without repeatedly wasting, on them, some of your precious time and mental energy.
Sunday owes its existence to the other days in the week.
São econômicos na preservação de seu patrimônio, mas desperdiçam o tempo, a única coisa que justificaria a avareza.
Life = Time allotted to us! Let's not waste it on hatred,jealousy,anger!
When the time draws close the buzzing of the bees will be continuous.
Sun benches at the curb bespeak another season, truncated poplars that having served for shade served also later for the fire.
What had Old Joe Hunt answered when I knowingly claimed that history was the lies of the victors? “As long as you remember that it is also the self-delusions of the defeated.” Do we remember that enough when it comes to our private lives?
