The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Time is the great intimidator, steadily stealing away precious seconds with no pause in the stealing. And such thievery leads us to believe that in time, the pilfering of these seconds will eventually exhaust all such seconds, leaving us at the ‘end’ of everything. Yet, God states that the seconds are actually the countdown to the ‘beginning’ everything.
Dans les fins de mois, ce qui est le plus dur, c'est les trente derniers jours. The hardest part of ending each month is going through the last 30 days.
Dans les fins de mois, ce qui est le plus dur, c'est les trente derniers jours. The hardest part of the end of each month is last thirty days.
Dans les fins de mois, ce qui est le plus dur, c'est les trente derniers jours. The hardest thing about the end of the month is the last 30 days.
We only think of days and months to keep track of times that aren't now. Fuck days. Fuck months. This was how it was going to be from now on: forever.
When I do a play, it's like agreeing to be ill for a couple of months.
The Bay of Bengal is hit frequently by cyclones. The months of November and May, in particular, are dangerous in this regard.
I can live for two months on a good compliment.
I'm proud to have served there for 12 months with Alpha Company of the 39th Infantry.
I was born nine months premature.
There is no excuse for a well-dressed gent to wilt in the warm months.
Integrity is so perishable in the summer months of success.
Studies show that Avastin can prolong the lives of patients with late-stage breast and lung cancer by several months when the drug is combined with existing therapies.