Best 8519 quotes in «time quotes» category

What appears to be definite and precise does not belong to any acceptable reality. It is only the experiences, the queer previsions, the fleeting premonitions, that are real. Vague and insubstantial though they may appear to be, compared with anything else in the mists and shifting lights of Time theory, they loom up like mountains of iron ore.

What a slut time is. She screws with everybody.

What could be put up against the noise of time? Only that music which is inside ourselves - the music of our being - which is transformed by some into real music. Which, over the decades, if it is string and true and pure enough to drown out the noise of time, is transformed into the whisper of history.

What custom wills, in all things should we do't, The dust on antique time would lie unswept, And mountainous error be too highly heaped For truth to o'erpeer.

What could I say? Maybe this: the man hunched over his motorcycle can focus only on the present instant of his flight; he is caught in a fragment of time cut off from both the past and the future; he is wrenched from the continuity of time; he is outside time; in other words, he is in a state of ecstasy; in that state he is unaware of his age, his wife, his children, his worries, and so he has no fear, because the source of fear is in the future, and a person freed of the future has nothing to fear.

What do you expect? This place is one big anti-climax.

What do you live for when everyone and everything you love is gone? Do you keep going, keep stumbling through the dark, or do you find something new to cherish? Maybe neither. Maybe you walk silently and ignore the blows time takes on your heart.

What do you say that we forget the past, forget all that we have been before, forget the future even, and we simply look to the here and now? Isn't that all we ever have in the end?

Whatever field one choose to achieve the level of skill commensurate with the status of a world class expert, it requires 10,000 hours of practice

Whatever field or sphere of life you are “involved with only think in terms of best in the world

What else can you tell me?” Dad stares at me. “What have you learned while you were awake?” I learned that life is so, so fragile. I learned that you can know someone for just days and never forget the impression he left on you. I learned that art can be beautiful and sad at the same time. I learned that if someone loves you, he’ll wait for you to love him back. I learned that how much you want something doesn’t determine whether you get it or not, that “no” might not be enough, that life isn’t fair, that my parents can’t save me, that maybe no one can. “Nothing much,” I mutter.

Whatever problem you have can be solved through solitude.

Whatever time is giving us, it will take everything back!

Whatever I learned, Whatever I knew, Seems like those faded years of childhood that flew, Away in some dilemma, Always in some confusion, The purpose of this life, Seems like an illusion!

Whatever it is you have been called to do, if you will invest time into perfecting it, you will soon be reckoned among the great in your society.

Whatever or whoever controls your time controls your life

Whatever territory you choose to explore and then invest all your time into it, you will be amazed how easy it is to become great.

Whatever this is that I am, it is a little flesh and breath, and the ruling part. Throw away thy books; no longer distract thyself: it is not allowed; but as if thou wast now dying, despise the flesh; it is blood and bones and a network, a contexture of nerves, veins, and arteries. See the breath also, what kind of a thing it is, air, and not always the same, but every moment sent out and again sucked in. The third then is the ruling part: consider thus: Thou art an old man; no longer let this be a slave, no longer be pulled by the strings like a puppet to unsocial movements, no longer be either dissatisfied with thy present lot, or shrink from the future.

Whatever you have chosen to be your priority, set a time to it and be focused on achieving it.

Whatever you love, do it now. Time is not on your side.

Whatever you do with your time is what you do with your life

Whatever you make of today decides your greatness tomorrow

Whatever your territory is does not matter, what matters is the amount of time you are ready to invest into it to become the king of that territory.

Whatever you do, go extra mile to satisfy your customers

Whatever you focus on is where you are putting your energy. If you focus on having problems, your energy will go towards having problems. If you focus on having solutions, your energy will go towards having solutions. Are you focusing on the right things?

What exactly did people do when they had all the time in the world and could do whatever they liked? (p 153)

What had Old Joe Hunt answered when I knowingly claimed that history was the lies of the victors? “As long as you remember that it is also the self-delusions of the defeated.” Do we remember that enough when it comes to our private lives?

What had been built to seem so solid was fragile in the face of time because time is impassive, more animal than human. Time would not care if you fell out of it. It would continue on without you. It cannot see you; it has always been blind to the human and the things we do to stave it off, the taxonomies, the cleaning, the arranging, the ordering. Even this cabin with its perfectly considered angles, its veins of pipes and wires, was barely more stable than the rake marks we made in the dust that morning, which time had already scrubbed way.

What if I stopped fighting for the trance of long-form days, where I would be uninterrupted and ambitiously absorbed in a big project? What if I gave myself over to time's dispersion? Could I value the fractured moments as something more than 'sub-time' or lost time or broken time? Could I find a graceful way to work and be in the world that might still pull me up and forward?

What if you are just destined to get hurt, to be helplessly stuck in a point of time you no longer want to be? Maybe life is all about trying to get up while you fall a little bit deeper in the pits of hell, each time you try not to...

What if we fan the flames of Delight while we get to play in the dappled sunlight at the edge of time?

What immense satisfaction it must be to fashion a story like [Maupassant's]! One must say 'fashion' because it is not merely writing, but massing and cutting away like a sculptor, chiseling lean and clear. And to put one's work confidently in the crucible of Time; to know that in six perfect pages is the finest form of one's idea: This satisfaction is the only true reward of the artist, and this his highest possible joy on Earth.

What, indeed, if you look from a mountain-top down the long wastes of the ages? The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.

What immortal ever knew what it was like to number his days? Yet I can feel the hours passing when she is near

What is done unto people is also being done unto God

What is it like to burn as the humans do? When one’s existence can be parcelled and measured in the units that the humans use, what was it? Time. Units of time. Ability to calculate, and live through countable units of time in motion. The physicality of time passing, when one’s lifespan is short enough to be able to tangibly experience the passage of time.

What is it that you contain? The dead, time, light patterns of millenia opening in your gut. What is salted up in the memory of you? Memory past and memory future.

What is the next unit of time after milliseconds?” “Microseconds.” “Correct. What is the next?” “Nanoseconds.” “There you go,” the professor revealed. “Computers and androids like Christmas operate on nanoseconds. A nanosecond to them is a precision unit like a millisecond to you and I. Now try to think what doing something for fifteen minutes is to them. A millisecond is one million nanoseconds. One second is one billion nanoseconds. A minute is sixty billion nanoseconds. Fifteen minutes equals to nine hundred billion nanoseconds. Multiply that by a million for scale - that's the disparity between a human precision unit and a computer precision unit we first talked about. What do you get? Nine hundred quadrillion nanoseconds. That is ten thousand four hundred seventeen days, one thousand four hundred eighty-eight weeks, three hundred forty-two months. That is twenty-eight point five years. Does that seem like ages to you or what?” (What constitutes "ages" to machines)

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows.

What is time? How is it measured? Why do we measure it? What is its purpose?" -Mr. Ludwig

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. - Leisure

What is wrong, and heartbreakingly foolish and wonderfully avoidable, is to live a life with more craziness than we want because we have less Jesus than we need.

What is Time, O sister of similar features, that you speak of it so subserviently? Are we to be the slaves of the sun, that secondhand overrated knob of gilt, or of his sister, that fatuous circle of silver paper? A curse upon their ridiculous dictatorship!

What is your motivation? When you drill down and ask, "What if there was zero ROI (of any form)?," you'll discover your highest and best use of time.

What is true today may be false tomorrow, and true again the day after tomorrow.

What is your motive when you go to church? To feed or to be fed? To serve or to be served? To worship or to be worshipped? To praise or to be praised? To teach or to learn? To give or to receive? Remember the woman with the issue of blood did not met Jesus in the church. Blind barthimus was blind though he could hear did not see Jesus but heard about Jesus passing; I am just wondering how many people have heard about Jesus through you? Who was this man interested in? Your answer might be Jesus of course but definitely not. The man loves himself and so was seeking healing even when the crowd could not allow him see Jesus. Let the crowd in the church not deceive you because God usually speak to one. (A bit deep).

What matters is not how long it takes but the grace of fulfilled dream.

What man is able to do that, that thou should ask such things of me?

What makes people different is because of what they know

What you are taking as disadvantage can be turned into gold because God will never put you in a disadvantaged situation