It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a great deal of it.
No great thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time.
We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infintesimal hairline.
If you cannot enjoy the present moment, you can never enjoy anything at all. For there is never any time at which you can live except the present.
The moving finger writes; and, having writ, moves on.
True friendship requires time and familiarity; as the proverb says, people cannot know each other until they have eaten the proverbial salt together.
Every moment holds thousands of possibilities, but we can only choose one to make real; all the others are lost forever.
Do not fear the passage of time; fear only the squandering of the opportunities it offers.
The present moment is the golden seam where potentiality is woven into the tapestry of the permanent past.
The duration of our passions depends no more upon ourselves than does the duration of our lives.
The cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it.
For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
Night passed in sleeping, day passed in eating; this priceless diamond of human birth was traded for a handful of cowrie shells.
The sun rises and sets, the seasons cycle endlessly, yet the fool remains asleep in the cradle of delusion.
The guest who visits without being invited is time; open your eyes and prepare your house before the door is knocked upon.
Between the sky and the earth, the millstones of time grind incessantly; rare is the grain that clings to the central pivot and survives unbroken.
A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life.
Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you. It was but yesterday we met in a dream.
Do not grieve over the turning wheel of time; the Master Weaver weaves perfection from both the gold and black threads.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
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