My phone’s dead, and I have to find the microwave to read the time: 8:12. Only bad news comes this early.
I have a feeling we’re going to have a lot of time to read in the next few days or weeks.” She thought about it and said, “Jesus. How long do you think things will go on like this?
History was, is, a one-way street. You have to keep walking forwards, but you don't always need to look ahead. Sometimes you can just look around and be happy right where you are.
She was his favorite sin. She was not a habit for him anymore, she was an obsession.
The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.
I am that piece of a puzzle, which would never fit in any puzzles out there. I am that sky, which refused to turn blue every morning. I am that bird, which always had broken wings and yet always tried harder to fly. And I am that tunnel, which neither had a beginning nor end but one could always see the light at both the ends.
Your dreams are never lost, they are merely waiting for your attention, passion, and action to return to them.
Time did indeed heal all wounds, but it left a nasty, unforgiving scar
I limp along through my mourning.
In English, consciousness and unconsciousness are part of a vertical plane, so that we wake up ↑ and we fall ↓ asleep and we sink ↓ into a coma. Chinese uses the horizontal line, so that to wake is to cross a border towards consciousness → and to faint is to go back ← . Meanwhile, time itself is vertical so that last year is “the year above” ↑ and next year is “the year below” ↓. The day before yesterday is the day “in front” ↑ and the day after tomorrow is the day “behind” ↓. This means that future generations are not the generations ahead, but the ones behind. Therefore, to look into the future one must turn around...
Ben Hanscom... feels the wall of time grow suddenly thin; some terrible/wonderful peristalsis has begun to take place. He thinks: My God, I am being digested by my own past.
Time is not meant to be spent; it is meant to be experienced.
It's easy to write history. All the eyewitnesses are dead.
Hell was full of clocks, he was sure of it. There was no torment, after all, that could not be exacerbated by a contemplation of time passing. The large case clock at the end of the corridor had a particularly penetrating tick-tock, audiable above and through all the noises of the house. It seemed to Lord John Grey to echo his own heartbeats, each one a step on the road towards death.
Love is a powerful thing. It transcends time and place. If you're looking for immortality, love long and love well. The rest will take care of itself.
Laugh, I tell you And you will turn back The hands of time. Smile, I tell you And you will reflect The face of the divine. Sing, I tell you And all the angels will sing with you! Cry, I tell you And the reflections found in your pool of tears - Will remind you of the lessons of today and yesterday To guide you through the fears of tomorrow.
Don’t wait for someone to come along and change your life. Only you have the ability to change yourself.
Il pénètre dans un espace dense envahi de fantômes et de géométries intentionnelles; telle est la configuration du monde: la totalité des points de vue passés et présents qui se croisent dans l'espace. Le monde est un champ miné de perspectives.
Three things have a limited threshold: Time, pain, and death. While truth, love, and knowledge - Are boundless. Three things are needed For humanity to co-exist: Truth, peace and basic needs. Everything else - Is irrelevant.
In former times, I watched the time of times. Now, in my early ages, I love to protect my destiny, my testimony and my great reward.
