Time

"In the darkness of night,Demons strut, taunting, goading. In the light of day,Angels sing glorious songs. In the time in between,We live our lives alone and searching. And sometimes, softly,You understand damnation. All is forgotten, all is lost,All but forgiveness And the memory of her kiss."

"There is nowhere morning does not go."

"It makes me wonder, Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or forget things? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives? I don't know."

"Many years have passed since that night. The wall of the staircase up which I had watched the light of his candle gradually climb was long ago demolished. And in myself, too, many things have perished which I imagined would last for ever, and new ones have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not have foreseen, just as now the old are hard to understand."

"In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all."

"Some memories never heal. Rather than fading with the passage of time, those memories become the only things that are left behind when all else is abraded. The world darkens, like electric bulbs going out one by one. I am aware that I am not a safe person."

"If you have sixty seconds worth of distance...run!"

"You can't make footprints in the sand of time if you're sitting on your butt, and who wants to make buttprints in the sand of time?"

"The future is a split second away."

"Smartass Disciple: Which one was first created, time or things?Master of Stupidity: No things, no changes. No changes, no time."

"Perhaps life is like an hour glass, with dear ones the sand that slips from the upper glass--the earth--into the second--eternity."

"Time is like a river flowing endlessly through the universe. And if you poled your flatboat in that river you might fight your way against the current and travel upstream into the past. Or go with the flow and rush into the future. This was in a less cynical time before toxic waste dumping and pollution filled the waterway of Chronus with the detritus of empty hours wasted minutes years of repetition and time that has been killed."

"Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils ..."

"Every second counts"

"Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together; that at length they may emerge, full-formed and majestic, into the daylight of Life, which they are thenceforth to rule. Not William the Silent only, but all the considerable men I have known, and the most undiplomatic and unstrategic of these, forbore to babble of what they were creating and projecting. Nay, in thy own mean perplexities, do thou thyself but hold thy tongue for one day: on the morrow, how much clearer are thy purposes and duties; what wreck and rubbish have those mute workmen within thee swept away, when intrusive noises were shut out! Speech is too often not, as the Frenchman defined it, the art of concealing Thought; but of quite stifling and suspending Thought, so that there is none to conceal. Speech too is great, but not the greatest. As the Swiss Inscription says: Sprecfien ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden (Speech is silvern, Silence is golden); or as I might rather express it: Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity."

"God schedules a birthday, not man."

"Our nemesis is time, against which we have a single ally, memory, and even it betrays us."

"Things take the time they take. Don't worry. How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St. Augustine?"

"A man that is young in years may be old in hours if he have lost no time."

"I got tired of feeling like Dracula. I wanted to see some daylight, and not just at six o’clock in the morning."