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I do not have enough time left in my life to spend it
with training for the world record in marathon running.
(hi, old pirate)
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First text | on Apr 16th 2000, 16:33:46 wrote Groggy groove about time |
Latest text | on Jan 31st 2019, 19:17:47 wrote Cindy about time |
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I do not have enough time left in my life to spend it
with training for the world record in marathon running.
(hi, old pirate)
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Time is the most valuable thing a man can spend.
(Theophrastus)
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.
(Homer)
THE TIME you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl’s.
A.E.Housman To an Athlete Dying Young
Shakespeare Sonnet-a-Day
XIX.
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
Time itself seemed to have grown dull and old, as if no day were ever to displace the melancholy night.
It's time for the human race to enter the solar system.
(Dan Quayle)
Time is only an illusion, life is only a memory. If you can prove me wrong I will love you forever.
»How the black smoke swirls back against the sky! Is it not beautiful?«
»I dislike smoke of any kind.«
»My great-grandmother smoked a pipe a clay pipe.«
»Vulgar!«
»She was too distant a relativ to be vulgar. Time mellows pipes.«
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