#time

As anyone who has ever been around a cat for any length of time well knows, cats have enormous patience with the limitations of the human kind. ↗

— Cleveland Amory

#any #anyone #around #been #cat

Unfaithfully our, Time ↗

— Aporva Kala

#life

The part of life we really live is small.' For all the rest of existence is not life, but merely time. ↗

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca

#life #living #quality-of-life #time #life

We've got to practice three weeks, get the kinks out, then we've got to practice three weeks with the crew, and then go out for four months. It's just a huge chunk of time out of life. ↗

— Bob Seger

#crew #four #get #go #got

sometimes your bff in life is all you got so hold on to the person forever. ↗

— caitlynne crawford

#hard-times #life

They that are against superstition oftentimes run into it of the wrong side. If I wear all colors but black, then I am superstitious in not wearing black. ↗

— John Selden

#am #black #colors #i #i am

Time = Life, Therefore, waste your time and waste of your life, or master your time and master your life. ↗

— Alan Lakein

#life #master #our time #therefore #waste

Then Deborah stood at the wicket gate, the boundary, and there was a woman with outstretched hand, demanding tickets. "Pass through," she said when Deborah reached her. "We saw you coming." The wicket gate became a turnstile. Deborah pushed against it and there was no resistance, she was through. "What is it?" she asked. "Am I really here at last? Is this the bottom of the pool?" "It could be," smiled the woman. "There are so many ways. You just happened to choose this one." Other people were pressing to come through. They had no faces, they were only shadows. Deborah stood aside to let them by, and in a moment they had gone, all phantoms. "Why only now, tonight?" asked Deborah. "Why not in the afternoon, when I came to the pool?" "It's a trick," said the woman. "You seize on the moment in time. We were here this afternoon. We're always here. Our life goes on around you, but nobody knows it. The trick's easier by night, that's all." "Am I dreaming, then?" asked Deborah. "No," said the woman, "this isn't a dream. And it isn't death, either. It's the secret world." The secret world... It was something Deborah had always known, and now the pattern was complete. The memory of it, and the relief, were so tremendous that something seemed to burst inside her heart. "Of course..." she said, "of course..." and everything that had ever been fell into place. There was no disharmony. The joy was indescribable, and the surge of feeling, like wings about her in the air, lifted her away from the turnstile and the woman, and she had all knowledge. That was it - the invasion of knowledge. ("The Pool") ↗

— Daphne du Maurier

#creativity #death #dream #fantasy #imagination

When a character comes to life, it’s like meeting a new friend for the first time. ↗

— Lynette Mather

#friends #life #meeting #writing #life

There is but a single second in a man’s life who’s mission is to bring good news – the good news, which strikes such inexplicable terror into everyone. Yes, Time rules again; he has resumed his brutal tyranny. And he drives me on, as if I were an ox, with his duplicate threat: ‘Get on with it, churl! Sweat, slave! Live, and be damned! ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#life