#time

One night I dreamed I was locked in my Father's watch With Ptolemy and twenty-one ruby stars Mounted on spheres and the Primum Mobile Coiled and gleaming to the end of space And the notched spheres eating each other's rinds To the last tooth of time, and the case closed. ↗

— John Ciardi

#time #dreams

Fantasy, if it's really convincing, can't become dated, for the simple reason that it represents a flight into a dimension that lies beyond the reach of time. ↗

— Walt Disney Company

#time #dating

The little hand on time’s clock trips away as though measuring seconds; but God knows how much time it is covering when it whisks round heedless of the divisions it passes over! So much is certain, that we have been up here for years. Our brains reel, surely this is an evil dream, though dreamed with nor hashish nor opium; a censor of morals would rebuke us for it. ↗

— Thomas Mann

#dreams

Right at the end of the war I wrote a piano sonata, which was written at a time when Sam Barber used to come down here and we used to have lunch together in a very nice old hotel that's now not there. ↗

— Elliott Carter

#come #down #end #here #hotel

Life does not allow us to wait for a perfect time before we pursue our dreams. There is no guarantee your perfect time will come. Reach for the stars today! ↗

— Ellen J. Barrier

#life #time #dreams

If I Still Wrote The footsteps have faded into the crowd and throngs, The voices faint, I don’t hear them anymore. But… If I still wrote love, on the pangs of waiting… You’d speak again. Sleep, wakefulness, silence – no matter – will be deafeningly alive, Of a hand held, of songs raw to this heart. That was then. I am here – not where the weak in all of us relent… To substitutes and void filling. To settling and tolerating. Here, where alone and sad, have ceased to mean the same. Where fields of bloom are ablaze – with now. Holding my breath no more, for gains and dreams of tomorrow. Here, where life is as it is and should be. If I still wrote love songs – they would be about comfort. About reveling in the majestic moment of Being Who I need to be, and who I’m born to be. If I still wrote… ↗

— Ruby S. Bernardo

#dreams

Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#admirable #from time to time #knowing #nothing #remember

The years teach much the days never know. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#teaching

I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#sentimentality #weep #weeping #love

Educate the children in your country well, and then sit and watch the rise of your country like a Sun on the horizon! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#education