Truth never yet fell dead in the streets; it has such affinity with the soul of man, the seed...
If yesterday we were dividing the time into days and years, today, we divide it into minutes and hours, in order to leave for tomorrow only the seconds.
Before being old I want to be young, for preventing the arrival of the old man.
It was heard the last beat of clock of time. A dark figure haunts the streets. The past and present emanate cruelty and ferocity.
Time is enough for the one who knows haow to use it.
Measured with the hourglass, time seems to obey gravity.
The young I was before doesn't exist anymore and the old person I will be hurries towards me.
Time is our only true enemy. Slowly, it robs us of the one precious thing we can not bottle.
Time is changing. We need to change along with it. Works
In the history of Earth man has not browsed a day until the sun faded.
have never supported squeak minute hand of the clock. It only reminds me that time is the train that has deported people I loved.
The time, how it erodes our body, like a constant rottenness. Dissertation on body, 2010 RightWords Translation
The way you are using the spare time betrays our character.
The time to pray is when you don’t have a prayer. English idiom "to not have a prayer" = "things are hopeless" Lines of Thought by an Unknown Author
The Weekend of Man Oh, boy, it's Friday. The world will never end. Oh, God, it's Sunday. Where did all the time go? Lines of Thought by an Unknown Author
Don’t count every hour in the day, make every hour in the day count. Lines of Thought by an Unknown Author
It is difficult to live in the present, ridiculous to live in the future and impossible to live in the past. Nothing is as far away as one minute ago.
Calendars and clocks exist to measure time, but that signifies little because we all know that an hour can seem as eternity or pass in a flash, according to how we spend it.
We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.
Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.
Hands of time move us forward, never back. Only memories frozen in mind, can we reenact.