As 2014 slides into 2015, we pause for a moment to ponder this mysterious thing called time. You can’t hold it in your hand. You can’t stop it, slow it down, or speed it up. You can’t see it any more than you can see the wind, but you can see its effects. Here, we present insights into the elusive nature of a moment, of time itself, as captured in words and images. We hope they entertain you, and maybe even inspire you to seize the day.
As 2014 slides into 2015, we pause for a moment to ponder this mysterious thing called time. You can’t hold it in your hand. You can’t stop it, slow it down, or speed it up. You can’t see it any more than you can see the wind, but you can see its effects.
Although you can’t speed up time, you can speed up its effects—by turning up the heat. Is this what we are doing to the planet? Can we stop it before it’s too late? We urge you to think of the future, while living life to its fullest—in the moment, before it slips away.
Here, we present insights into the elusive nature of a moment, of time itself, as captured in words and images.
When told the reason for Daylight Saving time, the old Indian said: “Only a white man would believe that you could cut a foot off the top of a blanket and sew it to the bottom of a blanket and have a longer blanket. (Author Unknown)
If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently. (David Levithan)
Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. (William Faulkner)
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day. (Benjamin Disraeli)
Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why. (Kurt Vonnegut)
Perhaps time’s definition of coal is the diamond. (Khalil Gibran)
Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them. (Dion Boucicault)
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity. (Henry David Thoreau)
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you. (Carl Sandburg)
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. (Henry David Thoreau)
How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon? (Dr. Seuss)
The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope. (Frank Lloyd Wright)
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning. (Vincent van Gogh)
Satire is tragedy plus time. You give it enough time, the public, the reviewers will allow you to satirize it. Which is rather ridiculous, when you think about it. (Lenny Bruce)
It’s always about timing. If it’s too soon, no one understands. If it’s too late, everyone’s forgotten. (Anna Wintour)
We live in a moment of history where change is so speeded up that we begin to see the present only when it is already disappearing. (R.D. Laing)
The strangeness of Time. Not in its passing . . . but in the sudden realization that something finite has passed, and is irretrievable. (Joyce Carol Oates)
Can’t bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. (James Joyce)
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped. (Arthur Schopenhauer)
The chief beauty about time is that you cannot waste it in advance. The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you, as perfect, as unspoiled, as if you had never wasted or misapplied
a single moment in all your life. You can turn over a new leaf every hour if you choose. (Arnold Bennett)
Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time. (Jorge Luis Borges)
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
Enjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead. (Hans Christian Andersen)
I’ve lived out my melancholy youth. I don’t give a f*** anymore what’s behind me, or what’s ahead of me. I’m healthy. Incurably healthy. No sorrows, no regrets. No past, no future. The present is enough for me. Day by day. Today! (Henry Miller)
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