#time

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#future #past #possibilities #ticking #time

All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#time

I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat. ↗

— Rebecca West

#been #call #differentiate #doormat #express

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#time

I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#cannot #god #i #praised #time

Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

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With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can’t appreciate what we have ↗

— Mitch Albom

#sacrifice

Zach,” I said as I lay there “Where did you go? When you were looking for me?” I shifted in his arms, looked into his eyes. “Crazy.” His voice was a whisper against my skin. “I went crazy. ↗

— Ally Carter

#cammie #gallagher-girls #out-of-sight #out-of-time #zach

I wanted to go on sitting there, not talking, not listening to the others, keeping the moment precious for all time, because we were peaceful all of us, we were content and drowsy even as the bee who droned above our heads. In a little while it would be different, there would come tomorrow, and the next day and another year. And we would be changed perhaps, never sitting qite like this again. Some of us would go away, or suffer, or die, the future stretched away in front of us, unknown, unseen, not perhaps what we wanted, not what we planned. This moment was safe though, this could not be touched. Here we sat together, Maxim and I, hand-in-hand, and the past and the future mattered not at all. This was secure, this funny little fragment of time he would never remember, never think about again…For them it was just after lunch, quarter-past-three on a haphazard afternoon, like any hour, like any day. They did not want to hold it close, imprisoned and secure, as I did. They were not afraid. ↗

— Daphne du Maurier

#change

There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want. ↗

— Bill Watterson

#time #wasting-time #nothing