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Nae man can tether time or tide.
Nae man can tether time or tide.
Time is the cruelest teacher; first she gives the test, then teaches the lesson.
Time is the cruelest teacher; first she gives the test, then teaches the lesson.
Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered read more
Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose
under the heaven:
A time read more
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose
under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time
to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a
time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time
to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to
cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a
time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of
peace.
Time is the best teacher and judge.
Time is the best teacher and judge.
Sometimes I would almost rather have people take away years of my life than take away a moment.
Sometimes I would almost rather have people take away years of my life than take away a moment.
Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given read more
Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.
Backward, flow backward, O full tide of years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,
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Backward, flow backward, O full tide of years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,
Toil without recompense--tears all in vain,
Take them and give me my childhood again.
I have grown weary of dust and decay,
Weary of sowing for others to reap;
Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.
