Quotes about tim
time men doe
What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity? Emile M. Cioran
time
There was a time when time did not yet exist. Emile M. Cioran
time want tough
I do not want to see BP nickel and diming these businesses that are having a tough time. Emile M. Cioran
time sleep rivals
In the hours without sleep, each moment is so full and so vacant that it suggests itself as a rival of Time. Emile M. Cioran
time echoes ennui
Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart. Emile M. Cioran
time rejection nostalgia
There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time. Emile M. Cioran
time believe loss
The great myth of our work-intense era is 'quality time.' We believe we can make up for the loss of days or hours, especially with each other, by concentrated minutes. But ultimately there is no way to do one-minute mothering. There is no way to pay attention in a hurry. Ellen Goodman
time saving primacy
Saving time, it seems, has a primacy that's too rarely examined. Ellen Goodman
time heart joy
What was time itself but the bloom, the sheath enfolding experience? Within time, and with time alone, there was life - the gleam, the quiver, the heartbeat, the immeasurable joy and anguish of being ... Ellen Glasgow
time drinking mean
It is a mark of a mean capacity to spend much time on the things which concern the body, such as much exercise, much eating, much drinking, much easing of the body, much copulation. But these things should be done as subordinate things: and let all your care be directed to the mind. Epictetus
time men eternity
I am not eternity, but a man; a part of the whole, as an hour is of the day. Epictetus
time rocks delight
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will changeit,I'mwellaware, aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneatha source of little visible delight but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff. Emily Bronte
time lasts cold
Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave? Emily Bronte
time another-day sun
The sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another day For an approving God. Emily Dickinson
time
Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - . Emily Dickinson
time eye calendars
LOOK back on time with kindly eyes, He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature's west! Emily Dickinson
time wall people
People are tied together and yet isolated from each other by invisible threads of rhythm and hidden walls of time. Time is... a primary organizer of all activities, a synthesizer and integrator, a way of handling priorities and categorizing experience, a feedback mechanism for how things are going, a measuring rod against which competence, effort, and achievement are judged as well as a special message system revealing how people really feel about each other and whether or not they can get along.... Edward T. Hall
time hours whole-life
Some hours weigh against a whole lifetime. Herman Wouk
time example passionate
He saw all these forms and faces in a thousand relationships become newly born. Each one was mortal, a passionate, painful example of all that is transitory. Yet none of them died, they only changed, were always reborn, continually had a new face: only time stood between one face and another. Hermann Hesse
time home house
One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time. Hermann Hesse
time ocean past
Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?" That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future. Hermann Hesse
time real evil
If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion. Hermann Hesse
time eternity cures
He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend: Eternity mourns that. 'Tis an ill cure For life's worst ills to have no time to feel them. Henry Taylor
time moving men
The everyday cares and duties, which men call drudgery, are the weights and counterpoises of the clock of time, giving its pendulum a true vibration and its hands a regular motion; and when they cease to hang upon its wheels, the pendulum no longer swings, the hands no longer move the clock stands still. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
time twilight sunset
I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
time heart holiday
The secret anniversaries of the heart. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
time age may
Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
time spring angel
Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
time glasses spy
A handful of red sand from the hot clime Of Arab deserts brought, Within this glass becomes the spy of Time, The minister of Thought. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
time glasses church
Time, like a preacher in the days of the Puritans, turned the hour-glass on his high pulpit, the church belfry. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
time heart hands
Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
time men thinking
Think not because no man sees, such things will remain unseen. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
time twilight doors
To-day, to-morrow, every day, to thousands the end of the world is close at hand. And why should we fear it? We walk here, as it were, in the crypts of life; at times, from the great cathedral above us, we can hear the organ and the chanting choir; we see the light stream through the open door, when some friend goes up before us; and shall we fear to mount the narrow staircase of the grave that leads us out of this uncertain twilight into life eternal? Henry Wadsworth Longfellow