All Quotes By Tag: Time

“Antique FoundationHere I built the ruin inMy voice on either side of meIn the temple the ocean couldNot be a crowd I minedThe shore with fog the sun driesThese bricks I built the vision inThe cinder block that is the cityWall this graveTone I speak with a pictureOf myself in my wallet •Don’t be fooled by grass and these wordsGrass whispersBecause they are real they areRuinous Here, the gossip is in the dustNot the sea cloud enters the openChild’s window dimming the silverFlute’s sheen Where is he Who hears inside the brick those notes?There is a rumor in the city we’ll existIf he plays his song no one knows •Follow that shadow don’t tell me it’s mineHere there is no being aloneHere are my hands which tore the leaves soQuietly in the temple the godEmerging from marble points at the chiselAt the base of his stone Did I tell youWhere I’m going? To the old manWho sings the marginWhere on wave-tip swords turn edge over edgeWound us and the shore with foam •My face on either side of my face I toreMy picture in half to show the gateYou must climb inside your breath to leaveAs fog the wind will bear you—If you’re lovely—away In the spare cloudsThe children’s chorus Do you hear?—Where were you, and where are you going?Here I built the ruin in the stone-crushed Sage leaves my hands scented as long ago When I liked to press the desert against my head to think”

“But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or, heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future. He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.”

“Så snart man fødes begynder sandet at løbe.”

“I’ve realized people can live in a world they’ve personally constructed through a distorted lens of guilt and shame, whether they deserve it or not.”

“It is better to waste one’s gold than to waste one’s time, for gold can be acquired from a mine, sold, gifted, or stored in a bank. Time has no master and no shape. No rock can contain it, and nobody can own it. Time is the breath of the Goddess, the rhythm of her chest, the pulse of her beating heart.”

“Time is the most valuable currency that we have, and yet it is the one that we waste the most.”

“The man or woman you really love will never grow old to you. Through the wrinkles of time, through the bowed frame of years, you will always see the dear face and feel the warm heart union of your eternal love.”

“A person can influence a situation or the situation can influence a person.”

“It’s humbling to think how different you would be if you were born in a different time.”

“We are not using time, time is using us. So let’s sagely enjoy it before it completely consumes us.”

“You basically get paid according to the amount of time you invest.”

“The best investment one can make with one’s time is to spend it on happiness.”

“Time keeps moving forward, no matter what you’re feeling.”

“I do not deny that, to most, homelessness is a curse. Just look at some of the people in this room. The smell of urine, alcohol, and dirt is overwhelming. They have lost their dignity. Winter is on the doorstep. No hygiene will lead to certain disaster! But I suppose that Marduk does not care for them any longer. In a world where life is measured in monetary terms, those with no earnings are at the bottom of the chain. Their life is worth nothing. There is something surreal about it, don’t you think?!”

“I do not deny that, to most, homelessness is a curse. Just look at some of the people in this room. The smell of urine, alcohol, and dirt is overwhelming. They have lost their dignity. Winter is on the doorstep. No hygiene will lead to certain disaster! But I suppose that Marduk does not care for them any longer. In a world where life is measured in monetary terms, those with no earnings are at the bottom of the chain. Their life is worth nothing. There is something surreal about it, don’t you think?!” He paused chewing his bottom lip, lost in reflection. “And yet, even those with money are not much better off. This summer I spent my days in a park, watching the same people rush from the station to work every morning. I am certain that they do not notice the flowers bloom in spring and that, to them, most of the world is no more than a shadow. I used to be them once, but not anymore.”“Are you happy?” asked Shane without judgement, not wanting to make any assumptions.“Happy?! I don’t know. But I am free and I am alive. There are those who resent not being seen, and I suppose that our invisibility, compounded by the thousands of people who pass us on the street every day without looking into our eyes, is indeed a symptom of something being wrong with our society. But I do not mind it. I would rather be out of a system designed to enslave me. This is my pilgrimage; like a monk, I have abandoned my old life in search of myself.” He paused and studied Shane. “You are young, the road ahead of you is still long. Certain lessons can only be learned with experience.”