There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.
There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.
Three things you cannot recover in life: the WORD after it’s said, the MOMENT after it’s missed and the TIME after it’s gone. Now you know.
I’m currently drinking a coffee cup full of yesterday and thinking about tomorrow. My past is so dark it makes me think my future could use some cream.
Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.
You may need an additional money to make things happen and have it, but you can have an additional time anywhere. Value your time; as you wait, it is passing!
Months are different in college, especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they're like dog months.
Do you not hear the constant victory,in the human footraceof time, slow as fire,sure, and thick and Herculeanaccumulating its volume and adding its sad fiber?
We don't see where the wind comes form, we hear it.In a way we become aware of our own Surroundings.Perception becomes reality.reality becomes Perception.
Change occurs slowly. Very often a legal change might take place but the cultural shift required to really accept its spirit lingers in the wings for decades.
The question 'What was there before creation?' is meaningless. Time is a property of creation, therefore before creation there was no before creation.
If today you don't have time for those who gave all their time for you yesterday then tomorrow they will not have time to give to you who has no time today
I'm trying to remember how you tell the time by looking at the sun." -"I should leave it for a while, it's too bright to see the numbers at the moment.
Household objects lost meaning. A bedside clock became a hunk of molded plastic, telling something called time, in a world marking its passage for some reason.
Time is Money-But when just a fraction of that 'Time' is spent with our loved ones, the happiness is just 'PRICELESS' and an investment for Life
Time is Money-But when just a fraction of that 'Time' is spent with our loved ones, the happiness is just 'PRICELESS' and an investment for Life