#time

I try to do the right thing at the right time. They may just be little things, but usually they make the difference between winning and losing. ↗

— Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

#difference #do the right thing #i #just #just be

How can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms? ↗

— Cameron Conaway

#honesty #life #sharing #time #life

Our first record didn't come out on vinyl, so I think that might have had something to do with actually being in a position to make sure that it came out in vinyl this time. It sounds way better. ↗

— Jeff Ament

#being #better #came #come #first

The proper, wise balancing of one's whole life may depend upon the feasibility of a cup of tea at an unusual hour. ↗

— Arnold Bennett

#live-in-the-moment #live-life #tea #time #time-passing

Let every man be master of his time. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#life #self-determination #time #life

Poverty entails fear and stress and sometimes depression. It meets a thousand petty humiliations and hardships. Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts that is something on which to pride yourself but poverty itself is romanticized by fools. ↗

— J. K. Rowling

#depression #efforts #entails #fear #fools

Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save. ↗

— Will Rogers

#half #life #our #rushed #save

Then Deborah stood at the wicket gate, the boundary, and there was a woman with outstretched hand, demanding tickets. "Pass through," she said when Deborah reached her. "We saw you coming." The wicket gate became a turnstile. Deborah pushed against it and there was no resistance, she was through. "What is it?" she asked. "Am I really here at last? Is this the bottom of the pool?" "It could be," smiled the woman. "There are so many ways. You just happened to choose this one." Other people were pressing to come through. They had no faces, they were only shadows. Deborah stood aside to let them by, and in a moment they had gone, all phantoms. "Why only now, tonight?" asked Deborah. "Why not in the afternoon, when I came to the pool?" "It's a trick," said the woman. "You seize on the moment in time. We were here this afternoon. We're always here. Our life goes on around you, but nobody knows it. The trick's easier by night, that's all." "Am I dreaming, then?" asked Deborah. "No," said the woman, "this isn't a dream. And it isn't death, either. It's the secret world." The secret world... It was something Deborah had always known, and now the pattern was complete. The memory of it, and the relief, were so tremendous that something seemed to burst inside her heart. "Of course..." she said, "of course..." and everything that had ever been fell into place. There was no disharmony. The joy was indescribable, and the surge of feeling, like wings about her in the air, lifted her away from the turnstile and the woman, and she had all knowledge. That was it - the invasion of knowledge. ("The Pool") ↗

— Daphne du Maurier

#creativity #death #dream #fantasy #imagination

When a character comes to life, it’s like meeting a new friend for the first time. ↗

— Lynette Mather

#friends #life #meeting #writing #life

There is but a single second in a man’s life who’s mission is to bring good news – the good news, which strikes such inexplicable terror into everyone. Yes, Time rules again; he has resumed his brutal tyranny. And he drives me on, as if I were an ox, with his duplicate threat: ‘Get on with it, churl! Sweat, slave! Live, and be damned! ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#life