Time
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This thing all things devours:Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;Gnaws iron, bites steel;Grinds hard stones to meal;Slays king, ruins town,And beats high mountain down.
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This thing all things devours:Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;Gnaws iron, bites steel;Grinds hard stones to meal;Slays king, ruins town,And beats high mountain down.
"I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo."So do I," said Gandalf, and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.
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.
Time is a game played beautifully by children.
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.
The right time is any time that one is still so lucky as to have.
The cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.
Maybe reading was just a way to make her feel less alone, to keep her company. When you read something you are stopped, the moment is stayed, you can sometimes be there more fully than you can in your real life.
"For a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured.At least by the person who's waiting.
Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.
Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.
An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.
Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time, and sometimes it seemed to me that her abandonment touched that strange mathematical point of endlessness, a point with no width, occupying no space.
i dont love you... like i loved you... yesterday.
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.