I knew credibility would come only in time and through earnest performances.

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.

Time management is an oxymoron. Time is beyond our control, and the clock keeps ticking regardless of how we lead our lives. Priority management is the answer to maximizing the time we have.

Life is so, so short. Bible says it’s like a vapor.

Live-tweeting your bikini wax is not vulnerability. Nor is posting a blow-by-blow of your divorce . That’s an attempt to hot-wire connection. But you can’t cheat real connection. It’s built up slowly. It’s about trust and time.

Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?

Occasionally, some brother sings very earnestly through his nose, often disturbing those around him, but it does not matter how the voice sounds to the ears of man. What is important is how the heart sounds to the ears of God.

Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.

For me, time is the greatest mystery of all. The fact is that we’re dreaming all the time. That’s what really gets me. We have a fathomless lake of unconsciousness just beneath our skulls.

It is said that the present is pregnant with the future.

Time, which alone makes the reputation of men, ends by making their defects respectable.

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.

‚I wish life was not so short,‘ he thought. ‚Languages take such a time, and so do all the things one wants to know about.‘

Yesterday’s weirdness is tomorrow’s reason why.

I don’t think that the total creation took place in six days as we now measure time. If we can confirm, say, the Big Bang theory, that doesn’t at all cause me to question my faith that God created the Big Bang.

If patience is worth anything, it must endure to the end of time. And a living faith will last in the midst of the blackest storm.

Well, the future for me is already a thing of the past.

Speeches that are measured by the hour will die with the hour.

I am a humble but very earnest seeker after truth.

Every possession and every happiness is but lent by chance for an uncertain time, and may therefore be demanded back the next hour.

No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.

The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour.

We would like a stable policy framework, and whatever incentives and tax structures are there should be made known to investors upfront. There should be credibility, clarity and continuity in both policy formulation and its implementation.

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

For time and the world do not stand still. Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future.

Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there’s time, the Bastard Time.

Our soul is cast into a body, where it finds number, time, dimension. Thereupon it reasons, and calls this nature necessity, and can believe nothing else.

Yesterday’s just a memory, tomorrow is never what it’s supposed to be.

Once music ceases to be ephemeral – always disappearing – and becomes instead material… it leaves the condition of traditional music and enters the condition of painting. It becomes a painting, existing as material in space, not immaterial in time.

The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of 60 minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

For one swallow does not make a summer, nor does one day; and so too one day, or a short time, does not make a man blessed and happy.

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

Time can behave like another direction in space under extreme conditions.

For most of us, wisdom is acquired in the thicket of experience and usually meets us somewhere along the way if we live long enough. But sooner is better than later.

Silence is as deep as eternity, speech a shallow as time.

Beauty is also submitted to the taste of time, so a beautiful woman from the Belle Epoch is not exactly the perfect beauty of today, so beauty is something that changes with time.

The philosophical question before us is, when we make an observation of our track in the past, does the result of our observation become real in the same sense that the final state would be defined if an outside observer were to make the observation?

Human self-understanding changes with time, and so also human consciousness deepens.

The future influences the present just as much as the past.

The magical, supernatural force that is with us every second is time. We can’t even comprehend it. It’s such an illusion, it’s such a strange thing.

I believe time wounds all heels.

I didn’t really want to live, so anything that was an investment in time made me angry… but also I just felt sad. When the hopelessness is hurting you, it’s the fixtures and fittings that finish you off.

Growing old is like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven’t committed.

Every day, my mom and I would watch a different Judy Garland VHS. I love how she tells a story when she sings. It was just about her voice and the words she was singing – no strings attached or silly hair or costumes, just a woman singing her heart out. I feel like that doesn’t happen that much anymore.

My favorite things in life don’t cost any money. It’s really clear that the most precious resource we all have is time.

If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?

Inconsistency on the part of pastors and the faithful between what they say and what they do, between word and manner of life, is undermining the Church’s credibility.

A lack of realism in the vision today costs credibility tomorrow.

He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Myths can’t be translated as they did in their ancient soil. We can only find our own meaning in our own time.

A lot of good love can happen in ten years.

For diplomacy to be effective, words must be credible – and no one can now doubt the word of America.

There’s no present. There’s only the immediate future and the recent past.

Time is compressed like the fist I close on my knee… I hold inside it the clues and solutions and the power for what I must do now.

To remain a credible leader, I must always work first, hardest, and longest on changing myself. This is neither easy nor natural, but it is essential.

But time has set its maggot on their track.

All fiction is about people, unless it’s about rabbits pretending to be people. It’s all essentially characters in action, which means characters moving through time and changes taking place, and that’s what we call ‚the plot‘.

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

Generally, a writer of force is anywhere from 20 years to 200 years ahead of his generation.