“Alice:How long is forever?
White Rabbit:Sometimes, just one second.”
Alice in Wonderland
Category Archives: TIME
Time is wrinkling its nose & winking its eye.
To follow foolish precedents and to wink with both our eyes, is easier than to think.
The arrows of war lead to the pangs of sorrow. Edward Kofi Louis :
Time flies like an arrow.
Crooked logs make straight fires
The years have turned the rusted key, and time is on the jog, Yet spend another night with me around the boree log.
John O’Brien
http://www.middlemiss.org/lit/authors/obrienj/poetry/boreelog.html
Patience is power; with time and patience the mulberry leaf becomes silk.
Silken tongue and hempen heart often go together. Dan.
“Old and new kiss everywhere in Africa” ~John Gunther, “Inside Africa”
Men are foolish in cherishing the gay blossoms of the palas, whilst they neglect the fruit- bearing amon, because its flowers are insignificant. Drishtanta ShataJ
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.” – William Shakespeare, Richard III; Act 2, Scene 4.
“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.” Rabindranath Tagore
Have you ever seen a butterfly crawl back into its cocoon and become a caterpillar? Don’t go backwards.
You do not know how long you are in a river when the current moves swiftly. It seems a long time and it may be very short. -Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
Till you are across the river, beware how you insult the mother alligator. (Haitian Creole).
Days of sorrow pass slowly; times of joy very quickly.
Let there be
more joy and laughter
in your living.
Joy does not simply happen to us. We have to choose joy and keep choosing it every day. – Henri Nouwen
Every book must be chewed to get out its juice
“Never is an awfully long time.” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
“See,” he said, “the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens and Peter and Wendy
“The train is a small world moving through a larger world.” ― Elisha Cooper, Train
“Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
The Opera Ain’t Over ‘Til the Fat Lady Sings
Patience attracts happiness; it brings near that which is far. Swahili
The fact is, squire, the moment a man takes to a pipe, he becomes a philosopher. It’s the poor man’s friend; it calms the mind, soothes the temper, and makes a man patient under difficulties. It has made more good men, good husbands, kind masters, indulgent fathers, than any other blessed thing on this universal earth. Sam Slick, the clockmaker”
When you pray with this pipe, you pray for everything in the universe, and everything in the universe prays with you.”
-Black Elk, Holy Man of the Oglalas
Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.” ― Mark Twain
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 toast and tea
T.S. Eliot
Sometimes in life the simplest question becomes the most difficult to answer. Hindi.
English Translation of Sanskrit Quote:
Night will be over, there will be morning,
The sun will rise, lotus flower will open.
While the bee inside the lotus flower was thinking thus,
The lotus plant was uprooted by an elephant.
No melon peddler cries, “Bitter melons.” No wine dealer says, “Sour wine.”
When the melon is ripe it will drop of itself.
However bad at pricing a butcher may be, he won’t price an elephant at 700 cowries. Hausa.
Shells
Reaching down arm-deep into bright water
I gathered on white sand under waves
Shells, drifted up on beaches where I alone
Inhabit a finite world of years and days.
I reached my arm down a myriad years
To gather treasure from the yester-milliennial sea-floor,
Held in my fingers forms shaped on the day of creation.
Building their beauty in three dimensions
Over which the world recedes away from us,
And in the fourth, that takes away ourselves
From moment to moment and from year to year
From first to last they remain in their continuous present.
The helix revolves like a timeless thought,
Instantaneous from apex to rim
Like a dance whose figure is limpet or murex,
cowrie or golden winkle.
They sleep on the ocean floor like humming-tops
Whose music is the mother-of-pearl octave of the rainbow,
Harmonious shells that whisper forever in our ears,
The world that you inhabit has not yet been created.
Kathleen Raine
Maireann lá go ruaig ach maireann an grá go huaigh. A day lasts until it’s chased away but love lasts until the grave.
Way-lah bprà-dĭo-dio phráw man mák-jà thòok lâi dtahm sà-mĕu.
Time for-short-time because it often has-been chased always.
Time is fleeting because it’s always being chased.
– See more at: http://bookofzen.com/#sthash.MK3XoWS4.dpuf
foto – snug cove in eden nsw 2013
Sometimes I am the hands of a clock Going round and round Day in – day out . Claire Stephenson.
http://www.goodtherapy.com.au/flex/sometimes-and-other-times/797/1
“I know this much: that there is objective time, but also subjective time, the kind you wear on the inside of your wrist, next to where the pulse lies. And this personal time, which is the true time, is measured in your relationship to memory.”
― Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending
A clock will run without watching it.
http://www.brownielocks.com/folksayings.html
Matt Norman
No Clock
Light carries between floorboards,
I follow it; trace a line back to my eyes
And the creases beneath them.
This building has no plaque
And shows up everywhere-
Once I found her by the harbour
And had to lead her away
Before the salt rusted her window frames.
If I close my eyes she is only noises,
My ears and she is only smells.
The children she played hide-and-seek with
Are in their sixties now.
I am poised and waiting;
She has no bell whose rope to pull
And no clock to time my exit.
Her lesson will begin soon,
I was here when she took the breath.
I can feel dust settle on the hairs of my arms.
Any second now-
I turned away with a fixed intent And headed for Hawthorndell: I could neither eat in the splitters’ tent Nor drink at the splitters’ well.
Adam Lindsay Gordon
1833 – 1870
http://www.imagesaustralia.com/adamlindsaygordon.htm
foto tent in raleigh nsw australia 2013
Primeval forests! virgin sod! That Saxon has not ravish’d yet, Lo! peak on peak in stairways set— In stepping stairs that reach to God! Here we are free as sea or wind, For here are set Time’s snowy tents.
In an ant colony dew is a flood.
IRAN
http://bijlmakers.com/entomology/proverbs_insects_2.htm
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.”
― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories
Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.”
— James Thurber
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