A little inaccuracy sometimes saves a ton of explanation.
If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
This speck of life in time's great wilderness This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future, two eternities!
The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze; Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now shall ever last.
Those spacious regions where our fancies roam, Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come, In some dread moment. by the fates assign'd, Shall pass away, nor leave a rack behind; And Time's revolving wheels shall lose at last The speed that spins the future and the past: And, sovereign of an undisputed throne, Awful eternity shall reign alone.
In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.
The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration.
I prefer the wicked rather than the foolish. The wicked sometimes rest.
The expression often used by Mr. Herbert Spencer of the Survival of the Fittest is more accurate, and is sometimes equally convenient.
We seem to exist in a hazardous time, Driftin' along here through space; Nobody knows just when we begun, Or how fur we've gone in the race.
When you were a tadpole, and I was a fish, In the Palaeozoic time, And side by side in the sluggish tide We sprawled in the ooze and slime.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave us behind Footprints on the sands of time.
He who should teach men to die, would at the same time teach them to live.
Your damned nonsense can I stand twice or once, but sometimes always, by God, never.
Give Me Strength! A petition no doubt directed at our Creator above, these words are uttered in times of complete exasperation.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
Sentiment is the ripened fruit of fantasy.
Seek the Infinite, for that alone is Joy unlimited, imperishable, unfailing, self-sustaining, unconditioned, timeless. When you have this joy, human life becomes a paradise; the light, the grace, the power, the perfections of that which is highest in your inner consciousness, appear in your everyday life.
Time goes, you say? Ah, no! Alas, Time stays, we go.
The biggest difference between time and space is that you can't reuse time.
Time is money says the proverb, but turn it around and you get a precious truth. Money is time.
All time management begins with planning.
We realize our dilemma goes deeper than shortage of time; it is basically a problem of priorities. We confess, "We have left undone those things that ought to have done; and we have done those things which we ought not to have done.".