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Every thing and every human action revolves in rhythm.
The world balanced on the edge of a knife, slipping, slipping, slipping.
My body is a metronome, keeping time for the universe ...
The moment when kite becomes free, it will fall down!
Time is not the stable moving-staircase that prosemen have for centuries pretended it to be, but an unaccountable wibble-wobble
I will not fall. I have reached the center. I listen to the striking of who knows what divine clock through the thin carnal wall of a life full of blood, of shudderings, and of breathings. I am near the mysterious kernel of things as one is sometimes near a heart at night.
A clock only turns one direction
Symbols need not limit their scope to this pendulum swing of images.
The indifferent pendulum of the clock kept chopping off the seconds of life, calmly and precisely.
Are we doomed to it, Lord, chained to the pendulum of our own mad clockwork, helpless to halt its swing?
an eight day clock.
The half minute which we daily devote to the winding-up of our watches is an exertion of labour almost insensible; yet, by the aid of a few wheels, its effect is spread over the whole twenty-four hours.
From the shaken tower
A flock of bells take flight,
And go with the hour.
Let my notes, like the most sensitive seismograph, record the curve of even the most insignificant vibrations of my brain: for it is precisely such vibrations that are sometimes the forewarning of...
The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.
Vibration can be shifted through the mastery of thought
Rise & set, ebb & flow; the rhythms of our world.
Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long day movements of the universe of which you may say it knows nothing and yet know it must.
Three little words. My world stands still, tilts, then spins on a new axis.
Revolutions are infinite.
The bell that measures time is ringing
Clocks need a man to keep them in proper subjection.)
We're stepping into a new world, and an entire way of thinking must be changed. But the old ideas can't be easily discarded. Like a pendulum, new ways must swing to the other side before returning.
One does not make revolutions by halves.
The ballerina on perfected toe
Spins to the axis of a fortitude
That is the sum of all her yesterdays.
Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approachesTam maun ride; That hour, o'night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hourTam mounts his beast in.
What I want is to hold you like a bell holds space between the hours.
You are the trembling of time, that passes
between vertical light and darkened sky,
Bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny.
The golf swing is very, very rhythmic. There's a certain tempo to it, just like in music.
As the light swayed above him and the shadows danced and flapped, he began to swing the cane, bringing it down again and again, his arm rising and falling like a machine.
Furious flutter awakened hummingbird heart hello hello love
Swirling like water against rugged rocks, time goes around and around
Daybreak. Pope Pius II watches a fiery orb crest the Tiber. His mind drifts. He recalls that Aristotle's student Callippus once computed the seasons' duration, measuring the sun's movement within its ethereal sphere.
Rhythms are relations between what you believe and what you believed before.
A dance to the music of time.
The Earth never ceases to spin. All life is dancing : The trees, the wind, the sea. Keep dancing for the rest of your life.
Rhythmic motion has become the carrier and creator of almost every ecstatic mood of any significance in human life.
Chains
chains that hold me to the ground
chains that keep me solidly bound
chains that tether my heart to you
chains that only one truth ...
Autumn
The cheerful sundial;
it falls in the shadow
of thy leaves.
there
where your branches
brace themselves
against the gate of heaven
Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.
Step not beyond the beam of the balance.
On sunny days of summer,
I am indeed the butterfly;
And like the ancient drummer,
I rhythm straight towards the sky ...
Therefore, I have attacted [the problem of the catenary] which I had hitherto not attempted, and with my key [the differential calculus] happily opened its secret.
Acta eruditorum
We must see whether the same clock with weights will go faster at the top of a mountain or at the bottom of a mine; it is probable, if the pull of the weights decreases on the mountain and increases in the mine, that the earth has real attraction.
Day is pushed out by day, and each new moon hastens to its death.
[Lat., Truditur dies die,
Novaeque pergunt interire lunae.]
We're waiting for the pendulum to swing back again, which I am absolutely confident it will.
One's whole being vibrates like strings brushed by an invisible wind.
it was as if he had swung outward at the end of a grape vine, over a ravine, and at the top of the swing had been caught in a prolonged instant of mesmerized gravity, weightless in time.
Dance like a equation
Politics is a pendulum whose swings between anarchy and tyranny are fueled by perennially rejuvenated illusions.
Vibration is the core of the spirit. It is the breath of life.
Like a daisy fortune,
The pendulum of time
Beats in Dilara's heart
Loves me, loves me not...
-Tomris
October 1942, p.305.
Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.
He imagined that the clock's second hand possessed awareness and knew that it was a second hand and that its job was to around and around inside a circle of numbers forever at the same slow unvarying machinelike rate ...
It is the hour of pearl - the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.
If we seek the real source of the dance, if we go to nature, we find that the dance of the future is the dance of the past, the dance of eternity, and has been and always will be the same ... The movement of waves, of winds, of the earth is ever the same lasting harmony.
Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon
perching on this silver minute of evening
Our biological rhythms are the symphony of the cosmos, music embedded deep within us to which we dance, even when we can't name the tune.
Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom.
Time is a series of fluctuating variables.
When one heart moves the whole web trembles.
There's a certain kind of time that's metronomic, that's correct, but doesn't want you want to dance. It doesn't make you want to move, and it doesn't make you want to play.
Three things are forever consistent: the passing of time, the rotation of the Earth, and the ringmaster of Vagabond Circus.
The clock, for all its precision in measurement, is a blunt instrument for the psyche and for society. Schedules can replace sensitivity to the mood of a moment, clock time can ride roughshod over the emotions of individuals.
What falls but never breaks; what breaks but never falls?
Music. A meaningless acceleration in the rhythm of celestial experience.
O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable
The centipede has rhythm and flow in its hundred legs precisely because it does not have to think about it. Consider this the next time you move the instruments of your art.
Giving never moves in a straight line - it always moves in circles.
It is one of the strange discoveries a man can make that life, however you lead it, contains moments of exhilaration; there are always comparisons which can be made with worse times: even in danger and misery the pendulum swings.
All the watchmaker needs is a mechanism to count the back-and-forth oscillations - and counting is one of the simple tasks that binary logic gates can perform. In the digital watch a logic gate called a JK flip-flop counts the vibrations of the crystal.
The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full many a beetle with loud applause Admires her dress of azure gauze, Admires her body's bright splendour, And also her figure so slender ...
A person rises on a word and falls on a syllable.
Eternally revolving wheel of avidity and suffering;
Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.
Affliction does not come by chance - the weight of every stroke of the rod - is accurately measured.
There will be sway.Sway-- Lori Lansens
Even as the needle that directs the hour,
(Touched with the loadstone) by the secret power
Of hidden Nature, points upon the pole;
Even so the wavering powers of my soul,
Touch'd by the virtue of Thy spirit, flee
From what is earth, and point alone to Thee.
Dancing to the sounds of trees and stones and slow minutes ticking in our hearts and bones.
Our vibration depends upon what we are thinking, feeling and acting. You have two choices, one is to flow with the chaotic frequencies of the world and feel hopeless, or decide what and how you want to feel.
The ever-whirling wheele Of Change, to which all mortal things doth sway.
The earth is moved from its position by the weight of a tiny bird resting upon it.
This thing called love, it cries like a baby in a cradle all night. It swings, it jives, it shakes all over like a jelly fish. I kinda like it.
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.
There is no suspension, no whispered prayer for silk to stop my fall. There is only the falling, and it goes on and on, in fierce silence and sharp bursts of breath.
It was no half-hearted spring, this: the whole island vibrated with it as though a great, ringing chord had been struck. Everyone and everything heard it and responded.
The hour-hand of life.
I never settled with anything. It was like a pendulum; swinging back and forth but never reached a comatose state. As a sequence of events around me unfolded, I struggled to understand who I was, whose child I was and whether I would ever find a way home.
This is the solstice, the still point
of the sun, its cusp and midnight,
the year's threshold
and unlocking, where the past
lets go of and becomes the future;
the place of caught breath ...
As soon as you introduce the mechanical clock, you get a radically different view of time. Suddenly, it's not a flow; it's a series of discreet, precisely measurable units, seconds, minutes, hours, and so forth.
You own a watch the invention of the mind, though for a single motion 'tis designed, as well as that which is with greater thought with various springs, for various motions wrought.
How one walks through the world, the endless small adjustments of balance, is affected by the shifting weights of beautiful things.
a furtive groove
God, who winds up our sundials ...
One [method] is by a Watch to keep time exactly. But, by reason of the motion of the Ship, the Variation of Heat and Cold, Wet and Dry, and the Difference of Gravity in different Latitudes, such a watch hath not yet been made.
God who gave Animals self motion beyond our understanding is without doubt able to implant other principles of motion in bodies which we may understand as little. Some would readily grant this may be a Spiritual one; yet a mechanical one might be showne. ...
Any clock that can track this sideral schedule proves itself as perfect as God's magnificent clockwork.
Dava Sobel
The previous day and the day yet to come hang in a balance, each waiting for the other to make a move.
A sleeping man holds in a circle around him the thread of the hours, the order of years and of worlds. He consults them instinctively upon awaking and in one second reads in them the point of the earth that he occupies, the time past until his arousal; but their ranks can be mingled or broken.