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I just want to be master of my own time. It is ironic that someone in the watch business should not be in control of his time.
I have to tell you I love living in a world without clocks. The shackles are gone. I'm a puppy unleashed in a meadow of time.
Stargirl
How time files when you's doin' all the talking.
Hey Yog, what time is it? You mean right now?
Time is what the clock says.
I am getting old, so I really don't like clocks.
And blessed are they who have learned the rhythms of the invisible clock whose hours and minutes are immense and soundless. The great clock of the seasons and the years, and the small clock of the intuition, whose timing is guided by the heart.
eternal blue noon;
How do you tell time here?'
'It'll get hotter,' says Thermo. 'We can meet when we feel like we're baking.'
'That'd be now,' says Howler.
'We'll meet when Howler feels like he's burning and the rest of us feel like we're baking,' says Raffe.
As a way of getting in touch with my origins
every night I set the alarm clock
for the time I was born so that waking up
becomes a historical reenactment and the first thing I do
Every noon as the clock hands arrive at twelve,
I want to tie the two arms together,
And walk out of the bank carrying time in bags.
Life is in time; seconds, minutes and hours
Children, those lucky ones to whom clocks are of no consequence but who drift along on the true emotional content of time.
Time passes, Time the consoler, Time the anodyne.
As a lady of clocklike precision yourself, you may appreciate my schedule. I have kept strictly to it every day for the past decade. From eight in the morning to eight in the evening, I devote myself to my duties. Then from eight in the evening to eight in the morning, I . . . do . . . not.
I keep my clocks a little fast / so time won't take me by surprise.
Today, I accept divine timing. I allow the pacing of the Universe to be my own. I align myself with the tempo of my life precisely as it is unfolding.
Look yourself... staring into the monitor... and your time is going to be lost like that...
First seconds
Second minutes
Third hours
I Xeroxed my watch. Now I have time to spare.
Time is itself on time, are youTime-- Azhar Sabri
My body is a metronome, keeping time for the universe ...
I started counting time for you
Time should be seen and assessed in seconds, minutes, hours and days
Having established itself securely on shipboard, the chronometer was soon taken for granted, like any other essential thing, and the whole question of its contentious history, along with the name of its original inventor, dropped from the consciousness of the seamen who used it every day.
Time
goes
too
fast.
Come
home.
A cheap, utilitarian clock hung on the wall; its secondhand clicked inconsistently - slow, fast, fast, slow - as if it were spitting out Morse code.
Death Laughs In The Faces Of Clocks
I must govern the clock, not be governed by it.
I'm trying to remember how you tell the time by looking at the sun." -"I should leave it for a while, it's too bright to see the numbers at the moment.
I ask you for the time of day, you tell me how to build a clock!
We spend our lives on the run: we get up by the clock, eat and sleep by the clock, get up again, go to work - and then we retire. And what do they give us? A bloody clock.
Despite the pressing insistence of the ordinary and the mundane, we must make the best time of the time we have before the tick tick ticking ends.
The heart and the almanac never agree about time ...
The clock is a conspiracy & a crime against humanity
and I would not own one
except I miss appointments without it.
This act demonstrates graphically a turning away the past and moving ahead. You now get to refresh your time in a friendly way by running with the watch instead of against it or away from it.
The convenience of timekeeping is greatly overrated; and the people who practice it so faithfully that they lose the capacity for appreciating the fixed and the static and the spatially related experiences cut themselves off from a good part of reality.
Finally, I've reached the grandfather clock. Its face has no hands, only the words TIME IS, TIME WAS, TIME IS NOT. Highly metaphysical; deeply useless.
Time monkeys. Angry, angry time monkeys.
All time is now, and time can do no better. Nothing can ever be more now than now, and before this nothing was.
TIME
Time
And how it slips through my fingers
Without putting its ring on them,
And I remain simply its lover
It's been a long day." "It's only nine in the morning." Myron said, "For what breeds time but two hands on a clock?
Convert your time into value
Time is Galleons, little brother.
The hands of every clock are shears, trimming us away scrap by scrap, and every time piece with a digital readout blinks us towards implosion.
Time, my elusive friend, just for once can you turn back the clock,
Play back some of my lost moments and some events can you block?
Time trieth troth in every doubt.
[Time is] a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fighting for it. Working hard not to spill one single drop.
Time is purple / Just before night.
People think they own time. They have watches and clocks and digital pulses. But they are wrong. Time owns them.
Time can tick when there is no clock.
I just want to create situations where people forget time.
Clocks are a poor measure of time.
Do you know what time is? Not by the watch, not chronological time, but psychological time? It is the interval between idea and action.
As I set out each day, I felt like a young child again. One who hadn't yet learned the rules of manmade time; the rules of clocks and calendars, of weekdays and weekends. Except the primitive markers of day and night, time lay ahead of me in a continuous, undefined mass.
Time that never ends, that never passes, that remains in the present, where all of life's secrets lie.
It's time, my children
When the waves rise high
When the waters run deep
When the clock strikes midnight
You'll feel the mark of Zero Hour
And you'll never be the same again
My grandfather gave me a watch. It doesn't have any hands or numbers. He says it's very accurate. I asked him what time it was. You can guess what he told me.
Time is found in the calibration of the individual to the timing of a collective endeavour, the social grace that less clock-bound societies must practise.
A metaphysical tour de force of untethered meaning and involuting interlocking contrapuntal rhythms, 'The Clock' is more than a movie or even a work of art. It is so strange and other-ish that it becomes a stream-of-consciousness algorithm unto itself - something almost inhuman.
Time is now measured from the night when death stole from me, took my battered heart, and left me behind.
Time does not exist. Be.
Tom is back on a flight at 6:15 P.M. That is 6:15. Do you get it? Not 6:00 P.M. but 6:15 P.M. And do you know how many minutes that is? I do. I have also become a Time Lord.
And now
And Now is the time ... in which inside you are going to get bored (But you have time crystals, right!?)
Time is conscience of the universe.
Time is something you can't replace
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
I'm sitting in a cage with my eye upon the clock.
Where are you? Here
What time is it? Now
What are you? This moment.
The time is out of joint.
The schoolroom clock was worn raw by stares; and you couldn't look up at the big Puritanical face of it and not feel the countless years of young eyes reflected in it, urging it onwards. It was a dark, old spirit that didn't so much mark time as bequeath it.
Three o'clock. Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do. An odd moment in the afternoon.
Time is rhythm: the insect rhythm of a warm humid night, brain ripple, breathing, the drum in my temple - these are our faithful timekeepers; and reason corrects the feverish beat.
Time and times are but cogwheels, unmatched, grinding on oblivious to one another. Occasionally - oh, very rarely! - the cogs fit; the pieces of the plot snap together momentarily and give men faint glimpses beyond the veil of this everyday blindness we call reality.
The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!
It doesn't matter how nice that expensive watch looks on your wrist if you don't know how to tell time correctly. It doesn't matter how much money you have, if it costs you too much to make it.
The hands of Fate keep time on a heart-shaped watch.
- Harkat Mulds(The Trials of Death)
Procrastinatio n is still the thief of time.
No clock is more regular than the belly.
The digital clock that sat on the empty bookcase blinked insistently in the dim room. It was an hour and thirty-five minutes off, but Archie had never bothered to reset it, he just did the maths to calculate the time.
Time is the soul of this world.
The tribal community lived in the totality of circular time; the farmers of God's universe understood before and after; workers of the clockwork universe lived by the tick; and we creatures of the digital era must relate to the pulse.
Clock hands move noonward
Time is under your feet!
Tomorrow: An illusion of time that really doesn't exist
Time does not exist - we invented it
A clock is a little machine that shuts us out from the wonder of time.
Time, the destroyer of all things beautiful,
I gaze at you (Great Pyramid of Giza), and I see time!
The answer of course, is that the clock isn't meant to measure earthly time, but the time of the soul. Redemption and condemnation time. For the soul, each instant is always a minute short of judgment.
Time is the missing ingredient in our recipes-and in our lives.
Turn back time to half-past innocence. But that clock's lying on its side, hour hand spinning wildly, in a dirty Dublin alley near a gold makeup pouch half concealed by trash, and an address carved in stone by a dying woman. Broken.
Life's too important to learn new clocks, so I unplug them all and get on with the plot.
I like time ticking the way it is.
I'll tell you what time it is. It is time to be a hero.
Clocks need a man to keep them in proper subjection.)
Silently time sneaks up on you, each hour
gone is followed by a worse one.
Did you ever look at your watch, and you look away ... and you don't know what time it is?
The clock never stops, never stops, never waits. We're growing old. It's getting late.
My heart beats in three-quarter time.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.