The whole future---I thought---will be that way, life lives together with the damp odor of the land of the dead, attention with inattention, passionate leaps of the heart along with abrupt losses of meaning.
Love comes and goes, pitching its mansion. And on the circular track of days, it appears that Dread is gaining on Devotion every second.
It will take your life's time to realize if the love is true or not.
I loved someone once. A woman. I loved her madly. Do you understand? We were together, in secret, for nearly twenty years. And we were told we couldn't talk about that love… because it was dangerous. It was dangerous to love […] There comes a time when the only way to start living is to tell the truth. To be who you really are, even if it is dangerous.
টেনিসনের দুটো লাইন মনে পড়ছে Time marches on but memories stays. Torturing silenty the rest of our days.
when the time comes, you'll fall in love sweeties, don't rush.
Ignorance is a waste of time. Love, and money to live.
Anything that makes you feel alive is worth devoting time to.
The Gift Be still, my soul, and steadfast. Earth and heaven both are still watching though time is draining from the clock and your walk, that was confident and quick, has become slow. So, be slow if you must, but let the heart still play its true part. love still as once you loved, deeply and without patience. Let God and the world know you are grateful. That the gift has been given.
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...
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.
Cursed be the immortal that believed time was more precious than love.
I am one of those who came in search of light but fell in love with darkness.
Because Time is not something to be measured with the eyes, but by the Heart, it's never too late to go and change.
I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time.
And my death comes when every soul has loved each other at least once,' sang the universe.
Some stories are written by time, and not with a pen.
Find me, as time is a luxury For I wait, under this naïve moon
You don’t need more time, you need to act on creative, intent-based ideas.
Our past has a funny way of becoming part of who we are in the future, and I think that’s the way it’s meant to be. Without the scars, without the pain, we wouldn’t be able to appreciate the times when everything is magical — the days when life is absolute bliss.
