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»Time is irrelevant, lunch time doubley so...«
Ford Prefect, Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy
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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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»Time is irrelevant, lunch time doubley so...«
Ford Prefect, Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy
The long winter evenings were devoted to reading seed catalogs and planning her garden. Julia was always eager for spring to arrive.
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
Time is only an illusion, life is only a memory. If you can prove me wrong I will love you forever.
Time left me one day, and when it did it told me not to be frightened that it would be back if I asked. You see it wasn't feeling appreciated by me, it said it was tired of being there when all people wanted was more, more, more. At first I felt empowered to change my surroundings, without time I could fix all my problems. Then crying to myself, no time later at all, I realized I couldn't measure myself against infinity. I begged time to return, that I was happy with it when it was here. I said I would never complain about not there being enough and like warm rain, time came back to engulf me, and rescue me from oblivion. I told time that I was glad he was back, and that as much as he was here is all of him I'd need.
how many of we contributers are the same, but under a different name?
how many people bother to come back?
Is this a regular haunt of yours?
Are questions worth keeping?
Where are the answers?
Answers, yoohoo, answers, answers, where are you answers
Time itself seemed to have grown dull and old, as if no day were ever to displace the melancholy night.
An inch of time cannot be bought with an inch of gold.
(Chinese Proverb)
time was when the water was blue and the grass was green. birds sang and fish didn't fly. now you just never know what lurks behind that shrub. if diversity wasn't so common, it would be disconcerting.
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