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“Time after time have nations, ay, and rich and strong nations, learned in the arts, been, and passed away to be forgotten, so that no memory of them remains. This is but one of several; for Time eats up the works of man.”
― H. Rider Haggard, She

“...we're not eighteen anymore. We've lived. We've created things that last �� things of joy, and things of burden.”
― Dianna Hardy, Summer's End

“Life may dawdle along in minutes but don't be deceived, for it will sprint by in years before you even notice.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, and Grumblings for Every Day of the Year

“Time is passing : not leaden stepping
But sprinting on winged feet,
Quick silver slipping by.”
― Richard L. Ratliff

“Clocks are everywhere if you know how to recognize them. A dandelion is a clock, obviously. Rice pouring into a bowl is a clock, each grain marking the passage of time. A school assignment, an apple as it withers, a tree waiting for spring. Each of these things measures living moments, what remains before death. Tick, tock.”
― Catriona Ward, Sundial

“Pierwszy z rodu jest przywiazany do drzewa, a ostatniego zjadaja mrowki.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Cien años de soledad y un homenaje/ One Hundred Years of Solitude and a tribute: Discursos de Gabriel García Márquez y Carlos Fuentes

“I have learned how to make time pass, but I never stop thinking of you.”
― Abbas Kazerooni, On Two Feet and Wings

“No one ever grows up. They may look grown-up, but it's a disguise. It's just the clay of time. Men and women are still children deep in their hearts. They still would like to jump and play, but that heavy clay won't let them. They'd like to shake off every chain the world's put on them, take off their watches and neckties and Sunday shoes and return naked to the swimming hole, if just for one day. They'd like to feel free, and know that there's a momma and daddy at home who'll take care of things and love them no matter what. Even behind the face of the meanest man in the world is a scared little boy trying to wedge himself into a corner where he can't be hurt.”
― Robert McCammon, Boy's Life

“गंगा की लहरो�� मे�� बहता हु�� रा�� का साँप टू��-फूटक�� बिखर चुका था और नदी फि�� उसी तर�� बहने लगी थी जैसे कभी कु�� हु�� ही �� हो।��”
― Dharamvir Bharati, गुनाहो�� का देवत��

“Oh my beloved life, wait a bit at my window, go slowly, and let me enjoy it to the fullest.”
― Debasish Mridha

“I am not a man of my time. In fact I find it hard not to declare myself its enemy. Not, as I often remark, that I fail to understand it. My comment is merely a pious one. Because I am easy-going I prefer not to be aggressive or hostile and therefore I say that I do not understand those matters which I ought to say I hate or despise. I have sharp ears but I pretend to be hard of hearing, finding as I do that is more elegant to feign this handicap than to admit that I have heard some vulgar sound”
― Joseph Roth, The Emperor's Tomb

“He was thinking of the irony of friendship �� so strong it is, and so fragile. We fly together, like straws in an eddy, to part in the open stream. Nature has no use for us: she has cut her stuff differently. Dutiful sons, loving husbands, responsible fathers these are what she wants, and if we are friends it must be in our spare time. Abram and Sarai were sorrowful, yet their seed became as sand of the sea, and distracts the politics of Europe at this moment. But a few verses of poetry is all that survives of David and Jonathan.”
― E.M. Forster, The Longest Journey

“Our love was more sound than before, mainly because I had changed, mainly because her passion did not change, mostly because time took eternity away from us.”
― Rolf van der Wind

“The sky is a virginal blue translucence as though bereft for a fleeting moment of the effects of both light and darkness. A crimson streak smoulders over the outline of the hills, a simmering bloodline. There is a solitary canoe on the water. A cold white sheen rises from the water. She holds her breath. As if to stop any more time from passing, to stop the future happening. The peacefulness of the morning is almost heartbreaking in its fragility.”
― Glenn Haybittle, The Way Back to Florence

“Winter, spring, and summer, passed away during my labours; but I did not watch the blossoms or the expanding leaves �� sights which before always yielded me supreme delight, so deeply was I engrossed in my occupation.”
― Gris Grimly, Gris Grimly's Frankenstein

“How green was my Valley, then, and the Valley of them that have gone.”
― Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley

“Far from the shore stands the grey lighthouse, above sunken slimy rocks that are seen when the tide is low, but unseen when the tide is high. Past that beacon for a century have swept the majestic barques of the seven seas. In the days of my grandfather there were many; in the days of my father not so many; and now there are so few that I sometimes feel strangely alone, as though I were the last man on our planet.”
― H.P. Lovecraft, The White Ship

“Moonless nights haunt me. They evoke remembrances of a carefree life when I dreamed without doubt to what my future could be. I yearn for a time when my mother’s tree swayed beneath the dusk like an amber sea, but the past is locked without a key. Never to return—only flee”
― H.S. Crow

“I am in a State where if I do wrong, wrong things happen and if I do right more wrong things happen.

Mind says do not do wrong but the heart says don't do the right.

Life is passing days by day, in this dilemma.”
― Ratish Edwards

“Le vide n'existe pas. Le tableau est toujours achevé. Même si Scarlatti s'était contenté de transcrire les notes jouées par son chat, le morceau aurait été là. Un seul et unique cil suffit à reconstituer l'individu entier. Chaque partie contient le tout.”
― Nancy Huston, Cantique des plaines

“Quelle [est] la quantité minimale de passé nécessaire à la production de sens?”
― Nancy Huston, Cantique des plaines

“Prije ili kasnije sva zrnca pješčanoga sata moraju isteći kotrljajući se niz usko stakleno grlo, nesvjesna da možda odlučuju o nečijoj sudbini.”
― David Kelečić, Imago Ultima

“I have the distinct feeling that I don't know you anymore. Actually, at least this way everything is clear. You'll go back to your little world and everything will be for the best. The time has passed now... Something's telling us it's over between us.”
― Dominique Goblet, Pretending Is Lying

“As I'm a WIP (work in progress)
whip me if I'm wrong or disgress,
but time has no excuse
to age us at all, no use
when all that we feel is being ageless!”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Flat Feet: An Autobiography of a Cosmic Dancer

“O tempo, como todos sabemos, passa. Se ele volta exatamente da mesma maneira, é questionável.”
― Leonora Carrington, The Hearing Trumpet

“The village in fact was like a deep-running cave still linked to its antic past, a cave whose shadows were cluttered by spirits and by laws still vaguely ancestral. This cave that we inhabited looked backwards through chambers that led to our ghostly beginnings; and had not, as yet, been tidied up, or scrubbed clean by electric light, or suburbanized by a Victorian church, or papered by cinema screens.

It was something we just had time to inherit, to inherit and dimly know - the blood and beliefs of generations who had been in this valley since the Stone Age. That continuous contact has at last been broken, the deeper caves sealed off forever. But arriving, as I did, at the end of that age, I caught whiffs of something old as the glaciers. There were ghosts in the stones, in the trees, and the walls, and each field and hill had several. The elder people knew about these things and would refer to them in personal terms, and there were certain landmarks about the valley - tree clumps, corners in the woods - that bore separate, antique, half-muttered names that were certainly older than Christian.”
― Laurie Lee, Cider With Rosie

“Pain, joy, frustration, euphoria, everything.
It all passes. It all keeps moving.
Wherever you are is temporary.
Rage, bliss fatigue, rapture, everything.
It all passes. It all keeps moving.
Where you are is fleeting.”
― Lin-Manuel Miranda, Gmorning, Gnight!: Little Pep Talks for Me & You

“Me estaba dando cuenta yo, por primera vez, de que todo sigue, se hace gris, se arruina viviendo. De que no hay final en nuestra historia hasta que llega la muerte y el cuerpo se deshace��”
― Carmen Laforet, Nada

“أوّاه يا أبي! أوّاه يا أبي الحبيب! أنت، بوجهك البشوش الأليف، لم تتغيّر.”
― غازي عبد الرحمن القصيبي, شقة الحرية

“The flowers Time gave me were already wilted. The only thing I can do is pluck their petals slowly.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet