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I, the half-mad mourner of buried days,

It is futile to spend time telling stories about the fleetness of each day.

It’s a general rule – a law of space, as it was a law of the sea in the old days, that ships had to respond to distress calls. Unless of course it places their own lives in danger. Bearing this thought in mind, as you can probably tell by my writing, my fingers are beginning to tremble slightly.

I’ve made her relive, over and over, the last few days,” I say softly, watching Ms. White’s body. “I’ve had to fill in the blanks with my own feelings and experiences. She’s spiraling around those last moments, those times when she went against me, and she’s feeling it from my side, the pain, the betrayal.” She thinks she’s awake. I’m doing to her just what she did to me. I’m making her feel what it was like to slowly go crazy, to question everything. To watch my mother die. To fight for my life against my best friend. To feel the man who loved me try to kill me. To know that the woman I trusted as much as my own mother betrayed me. That’s what I’m making her feel. I’ve turned her into me, and made her live the life she forced me to live. Over and over and over again.

I wake up in strange beds and in unknown rooms. I wander in dark alleys and crooked roads. Some days I don't even see the sun. Some nights the moon hides from me. I am the wanderer and wandering is my destiny!

I was thought of before I was born. I am more important than money. If money was more important than me I would not exist. There are days when I wake up I have no money.

Life is short, death is long, days are narrow, and years are wide.

Love from novels isn't true love: it ends where it should begin. True love, deep love, grows up with time, throughout days of dullness and days of storms. It leaves in one's heart a rainbow of tenderness and forgiveness which illuminates forever the beloved one.

Magic : when you create something from the materials around you to astound and make the audience say "Wow." Magic happens on mundane days. It happens when you least expect it. It brings a spark to our drab and monotonous days.

May you fill your days with love, laughter, and joy.

Oceanic farness treasures tomorrow Mingled tears lost in the sea of sorrow Our immortal love will lead us a way When pale days remain cloudy and grey

Per me non è stato affatto un giorno sprecato. è stato meraviglioso, al punto che ho desiderato che il tempo si fermasse.

Some days are not as beautiful and some nights not as wonderful, you need to be careful not worry about the hurtful things of life, just focus on what is meaningful.

Some days are like folding fitted sheets...

Some days you live in pajamas, and your hair kind-of has that Albert Einstein look.

Some women seem so voluptuous in every sense, richly bountiful and fertile with generous gifts of plenty, sensual and confident in their female strength that they are called "earth mothers." That’s how some days feel—when they are bountiful and fertile with the power of our imagination.

So rich a client having suffered such a messy death was an unsettling embarrassment to Captain Harald Biscay. It was bad for business. He had the murder hushed up immediately, his security staff investigating the matter covertly but thoroughly. Five and a half thousand souls onboard. Five and a half thousand suspects. Three days. So far, nothing. Now it would be taken further by the planetary authorities on the colony world below. A forensic team (cunningly disguised as a cleaning crew) was now rummaging through Smiffs apartment, examining every single particle. He had a feeling -- a strong feeling, about what they were going to find. Somehow, Biscay was of the opinion that this was going to be another contender for the Unsolved Murders show.

That day, getting through my world was like trying to swim in a pool of warm mayonnaise while carrying two bowling balls.

The day was on its way to being uneventful. That should have been her first warning. The world has a tendency to trick people. It likes to make a day feel as bright and lazy as sun-warmed honey dripping down a jar as it waits until your guard is down... And that's when it strikes.

THE OLD MAN IN THE CORNER The man in the corner Is dying with words He's crying to be heard His days are marked And his only ears are birds He knows the secret to peace And his experience bleeds and hurts Somebody stop and listen Before he departs the earth! Somebody write his thoughts Before he hits the turf! His eyes are closing their shutters And he just dropped his Beads and stick. His breath is leaving us. Please! Somebody hear him out quick! A little girl rushes to him and Picks up his cane of wood. The old man then turns to her And faintly whispers, "The key to peace is To always stay fair And be good.

There are some days we can claim and there are other days that claim us.

There is a thousand days in one day for an energetic person!

The sky has a huge heart open for all clouds even on the gloomiest of days.

Things of the world try to connect. Prodigal rain issues from a sky into which trees rise like pleading hands. Days bear us lightly across the face of the world as every year the ground pulls harder, recalling like a spurned lover, ever more fixedly, how much it wants us.

Those minute seconds, flip minutes into hours; hours turn into days, weeks, years, and all these happen in a fraction of a life; placed meagerly, amid this endless Universe.

Waking up every cold morning is always a problem especially now it's raining daily but I thank God for Proverbs 24:33 which says "...A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest, then poverty will come as a robber and your want like an armed man" Whenever I think of that verse, no matter how sweet the sleep is or how cold the morning is, I always stand up on my feet to get set for work

We all live but a hundred years. When I am with you, I live it in a matter of days.

We are all fools with our sons. We wipe them and suckle them and all we expect is for them to be grateful to the end of their days.

We get along like a house on fire these days.

We need motivation…for those dark clouds days and… foxes and wolfs lurking around….

We start a relationship with someone not only because of how great they are but how great they make us feel. And because they have granted us this extraordinary gift—a chance to experience love, joy, compassion, and security —it is our exclusive privilege to make them feel wonderful about themselves, especially during days when they, themselves, don't feel so wonderful.

When things go well for days on end, it is an hilarious accident.

Why didn't anyone question "It's been a hard days night" Who talks like that anyway?

You don't want the sun to set; you don't want the day to end! But remember that the sun sets differently every day; also, every day is a different day! And life is rich only if life is different every day!

Your decisions determine where you will or will not be in later days to come. Rise up and direct them well!

Your later may be late. Never postpone your salvation HOURS to tomorrow. If it's not now, it may be never. The days are not OURS!

Maybe women forget days, but they always remember moments.

One of these days, will become a this day. And that day, will be the preeminent of days to come.

Refusal to engage in spiritual warfare does not exempt you from being among the next casualties of war

Soon it would be his turn. Kaine wondered how he would meet Death. His ship was a mess, in every sense of the word. Systems were in disarray, damaged equipment malfunctioning, and control panels shattered by blaster-fire littered the decks. In the fighting, severe hull damage had caused parts of the ship to be sealed off. Dead bodies – or raw red chunks of them – lay everywhere. The corridors were dark where the lights had failed. His footsteps echoed eerily as he ran down them. He’d been on the run for what felt like days. He felt naked, his tattered, sweat-drenched tunic clinging to his body, especially under his breastplate. Fatigue had caused him to discard his body amour. It was of no realistic use anyway, and just made him hotter and sweatier, made stealthy movement more difficult – and weighed him down.

The nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day.

There are days you live through; mediocre days that people may see as a waste or even boring. But they are each days that get you to the days you live for; the moments that you never forget.

There were days when I still put on make up in case you’d come back, but I wear the same clothes and shower in the rain and eat when I can and sleep when I can, which is rare and not often, so if you’d see me now on these streets where I once imagined walking with you you’d have a hard time recognising me. I takes a lot to run away.

There will always be rough days and easy ones. Like a ship, we must sail through both.

There will be days you wish you’d never done it. And those will be the good times, when it’s only days of regret and not months.

These days being stupid is easy… ain't theorem and it is not even any part of conspiracy.

time flies so fast. day by day left us. with or without smiles, the new days will comes.

Today and tomorrow is an illusion, days are all joined together, and if you are waiting for your time, you are wasting your time.

Today is an ephemeral ghost... A strange amazing day that comes only once every four years. For the rest of the time it does not "exist." In mundane terms, it marks a "leap" in time, when the calendar is adjusted to make up for extra seconds accumulated over the preceding three years due to the rotation of the earth. A day of temporal tune up! But this day holds another secret—it contains one of those truly rare moments of delightful transience and light uncertainty that only exist on the razor edge of things, along a buzzing plane of quantum probability... A day of unlocked potential. Will you or won't you? Should you or shouldn't you? Use this day to do something daring, extraordinary and unlike yourself. Take a chance and shape a different pattern in your personal cloud of probability!

We are a day away from making history, and a history towards the breaking of tommorrow.