RIP to all the hours of sleep I’ve lost to overthinking.

I wish you a beautiful new month from the first day of this month to the last day.

Your birthday should be celebrated like New Year’s day, a time of welcoming a new year, a time for reflection over the past year, and a time for new goals to be set.

God changes caterpillars into butterflies’, sand into pearls and coal into diamonds using time and pressure. He’s working on you too.

Forever is composed of nows.

God is in control and His timing is perfect.

Keep your head up and never let this temporary bad time waste you. You are much more than you think you are.

It’s okay to feel down at times, but as soon as you start feeling sorry for yourself, it is time to pick your head up and move on. It may be hard or take a little while, but the more you try the easier it becomes.

Keep your head up and keep going. Take it day by day. And if you need to, hour by hour.

Keep your head up and keep it high. You did the best you could at the time and that is what matters in the end.

Tell yourself: Everything will work out. Things will get better. You are important. You are worthy of great things. You are loveable. The time is

Maybe not today, or tomorrow, or even in a year, but eventually things will turn up, you will get better and be able to look

It’s never too late to receive a blessing from the Lord! May your morning be filled with blessings!

Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway.

Every minute starts an hour and every minute is a new opportunity. Each time the clock ticks you have a chance to start over, to say, do, think, or feel something in such a way that you and the world are better for it.

Never think it’s too late for a change, things will get better.

It can be hard to feel like you have to start from scratch when you have invested so much time with a person, but shortly after my break up I realized something: I wasn’t losing the chance to have love – I was getting the opportunity to do it all over again.

Be strong enough to stand alone, be yourself enough to stand apart, but be wise enough to stand together when the time comes.

Keep your head up, even if you are going through painful times.

When times get rough, keep your head up.

I’d like to be an example of no matter how dark and thick and hopeless it feels, for years maybe, things can and will change.

Time will heal the pain. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow; but one day it will all go away. Stay Strong!

Always trust your gut instinct. There will come a time when you will understand, but for now trust God has a plan greater than you

Time is not our enemy but it is the opposite. It keeps up moving forward even if we do not want to. So keep your

The truth is that we can’t change others’ behavior and control them. Trying to change others is just wasting time, so it’s better to let

There is a time for departure, even when there’s no certain place to go.

She’s standing at the door. Ready to open it. Because fighting for a healthy relationship is one thing. But all his demons are too much.

You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve or would’ve happened…,

Starting fresh is not impossible. It takes time and effort, but it is never an impossible task. All you have to do is to take the first step.

There comes a moment when you realize that there are no more chapters left in the book of your (current) life and it’s time to

a life can change in a tenth of
a second.
or sometimes it can take
70
years.

it was one of those times where nothing was lost because
nothing
had ever been found.

Mom is getting jealous, I see my manager more than I see her before.

Brian: What was the deal back there?
Dom: It’s a long story.
Brian: We have a twenty mile hike. Humor me.
Dom: A business deal that went sour. Plus I made the mistake of sleeping with his sister.

May Calcifer live a thousand years, and may Howl recover his heart.

Here you leave today and enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow, and fantasy.

I am busy right now, can I ignore you some other time?

Alaska: I think the problem is that you spend so much time worried about what’s up there that you’re missing out on the real party down here.
Lara: I guess for some of us, parties aren’t so important.
Alaska: It was a metaphor.

The Sleep Problem today is not as much about being able to sleep for 7 hours; it is more about being able to sleep when you are ready to.

Kazuma Sohma: I wonder if you might be so good as to loan me a moment of your time this evening.
Tohru Honda: Sure.

Leaving may been better for everyone involved, including Akito. And you know, it’s not too late.

I supposed you’ll find out in three days. Well, shall we?

We can get Hamburgers now.

Piece of advices? You should stop hanging around the Sohmas, got it?

It’s beautiful. It’s been so long since we heard your voice.

It feels like such a long time since we last saw each other, doesn’t it?

Yeah? So, what if I didn’t? Like I’d waste my time watching some movie about a bear!

I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds – but I think of you always in those intervals.

Shawn Boswell: Nice ride.
Dom: I won it from our friend Han a few years ago.
Shawn Boswell: I didn’t know he was into American muscle.
Dom: He was when he was rollin’ with me.
Shawn Boswell: You know, this ain’t no 10-second race.
Dom: I’ve got nothin’ but time.

You will be amazed at how much free time you have when you never have to think about money.

I don’t worry about timings or what somebody else is doing in another lane.

Marcus Copeland: Hey, baby.
Gina: Don’t “hey, baby” me. I can’t believe you have me sitting here all night worried about you.
Marcus Copeland: All night? Baby, it’s only 8:00. Look, after work, me and Kevin went down to the bar and had a couple of drinks.
Gina: I know. I called the bar. They said you left at 7:45. I checked MapQuest. It only takes 6 minutes to get there from here. So, if you got somebody one the side, Marcus, you need to tell me.
Marcus Copeland: Baby, listen to what you just say. MapQuest said it takes 6 minutes to get here. I got here in 8. Which means there’s 2 minutes unaccounted for. If I was cheating on you, don’t you think I’d need more than 2 minutes?

I have long known that it is part of God’s plan for me to spend a little time with each of the most stupid people on earth.

Better days are coming. You have been through a lot. Now it’s time for you to shine.

The fitful sleeping makes the hours pass slowly; it seems to me the night has many nights in it―has years of nights!―through which, as if through drifts of smoke, I am compelled to stumble.

“Have you really read all those books in your room?”

Alaska laughing- “Oh God no. I’ve maybe read a third of ‘em. But I’m going to read them all. I call it my Life’s Library. Every summer since I was little, I’ve gone to garage sales and bought all the books that looked interesting. So I always have something to read. But there is so much to do: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing on. I’ll have more time for reading when I’m old and boring.”

When you’re in prison, you want to know that you were thought about.

Any of you boys want to shoot, now’s the time. There isn’t one of us that doesn’t want to be someplace else. But this is what we do, who we are. Live for nothing, or die for something. Your call.

Let this coming year be better than all the others. Vow to do some of the things you’ve always wanted to do but couldn’t find the time.

When your world is completely flattened, you have no choice but to start over from the ground up. It can take over a decade. Anyone that watched from afar would call this a tragic catastrophe. I now know one of life’s greatest secrets; destruction breeds growth.

For a long time, I was mad at you. The way you cut me out of everything hurt me, and so I kept what I knew to myself. But then even after I wasn’t mad anymore, I still didn’t say anything, and I don’t even really know why. Pudge had that kiss, I guess. And I had this secret.

He was quiet for a long time, and I looked down at Alaska’s last daisy and waited for him to ask what the prank was, and I would have told him, but I just heard him breathe slowly into the phone, and then he said, “I won’t even ask. Hmm.” He sighed. “Swear to God you’ll never tell your mother.”

The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4 a.m. knows all my secrets.

Do not rush, for God’s secret is patience. Everything that is meant to be, will come at the designated time.

It’s never too late to realize your ambitions. Take the first step by daring to dream big dreams. Then have the confidence to take a few risks and make those dreams a reality. You’ll be glad you did.

It’s never too late to go for a dream or make a change in your life. You can reinvent yourself, build a new career and maintain a positive outlook on life, at any age – even when your world is collapsing around you.

It’s at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. I don’t know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind. I wish I believed, as J. B. Priestley did, that consciousness continues after disembodiment or death, not forever, but for a long while. Three score years and ten is such a stingy ration of time, when there is so much time around. Perhaps that’s why some of us are insomniacs; night is so precious that it would be pusillanimous to sleep all through it! A “bad night” is not always a bad thing.

Life’s so full that you just take it one day at a time.

Sometimes a man must fight so hard for life that he doesn’t have time to live it.

There are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than too late.

The world was molested with billions of people who had nothing to do with their time except murder it and murder you.

I had never been a dresser. My shirts were all faded and shrunken, 5 or 6 years old, threadbare. My pants the same. I hated department stores, I hated the clerks, they acted so superior, they seemed to know the secret of life, they had a confidence I didn’t possess. My shoes were always broken down and old, I disliked shoe stores too. I never purchased anything until it was completely unusable, and that included automobiles. It wasn’t a matter of thrift, I just couldn’t bear to be a buyer needing a seller, seller being so handsome and aloof and superior. Besides, it all took time, time when you could just be laying around and drinking.

is that death
stalking me
now?

no, it’s only my cat,
this
time.

You can always begin change, but best do it right now.

Time is all you need and along with it, patience.

Time heals everything.

Hey, the next time I see you, we are going to kiss for a very long time.

Morning means getting to spend time together before our day. I love that, and I love you. Have an amazing day. I love you. Good morning, my love!

Only thing I hate about falling asleep is that it’s time I don’t get to spend with you!

Spending time with you is the most enjoyable thing ever. When I am with you, time flies in an instant but every waking second spent away from you is agony. I miss you and love you!

You’re so beautiful I feel like I’m wasting my time when I’m not looking at you.

Next time I hug you, I probably won’t let go for a long time.

No matter how much time I spend with you, I can never ever get enough of you. Your love is forever mine and I need you everyday.

No measure of time with you will be long enough, but we’ll start with forever.

I want to spend every moment of my life with you.

I want to kiss you until your mouth no longer knows how to ask for more.

I love you in the morning, in the middle of the day, in the hours we’re together and the hours we are away.

I want you today, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, and for the rest of my life.

I love you because I will never get tired of spending time with you.

My love for you has no expiration date.

Every single second my love for you grows.

I have loved you in infinite forms, infinite times and will love you forever.

I love making you laugh because for those few seconds, I made you happy and seeing you happy makes me happy too.

The few hours I spend with you are worth the thousand hours I spend without you.

Nothing’s changed since then. But him…he’s changed, little by little. […] It looked to me like the more he was treated like a “Prince”, the more the loneliness ate away at him. But now it seems he smiles because he’s actually enjoying himself. He’s changing. I’m positive.

Listen…I’ll take you with me. I’ll keep my promise. It took me a really long time. But now I’ll keep it…my whole life. Okay?

The promises of God for tomorrow are the anchor for believers today.

Time marches on. It’s already begun that hike. People…and feelings move on, too.

I wish time could just stop when I’m in your arms because it’s the best feeling ever.

I want to sit by your side, hold your hand, go for long walks, stare into your eyes, cuddle with you, and kiss you every single day.

When our hair becomes gray and our faces get wrinkles, I will still want you around.

This is for all the simple little things you have done for me that in time have added up to be so great.

Spending time with you is so precious and I love every minute that we are together.

After all this time, you’re still incredible. I feel so lucky to have you in my life.

For you see, each day I love you more, today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.

I hope you want to stay for a long time because my heart really likes you.

If I could choose only two times to be with you, it would be now and forever.

When I’m with you, hours feel like seconds. But when we’re apart, days feel like years.

I enjoy every minute we spend together.

I want to be with you today. Doing nothing but chatting, laughing, hugging, and more.

I wanna sit on ya lap, give you kisses and call you daddy all day.

Was there time for her life to flash before her eyes? Was I there?

Quit, don’t quit. Noodles, don’t noodles… You are too concerned with what was and what will be. There’s a saying: Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present.

The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.

You’ll spend Thanksgiving with me, silly. Here.

And now is as good a time as any to say that she was beautiful.

How long have you been dating her?

I spent that afternoon with Lara. We were very cutesy, even though we didn’t know the first thing about each other and barely talked. But we made out. She grabbed my butt at one point, and I sort of jumped.

I just heard, “UP! Do you know what time it is?!”
I looked at the clock and groggily muttered, “It’s seven thirty-six.”
“No, Pudge. It’s party time!”

At the right time, at the right place, God will show up. Do not give up now.

As soon as you feel comfortable, that’s when it’s time to start over.

It was not an eventful day. I should have done extraordinary things. I should have sucked the marrow out of life. But on that day, I slept eighteen hours out of a possible twenty-four.

You may think it’s too late to start over; it’s not. You may think that you are too broken to be fixed; you’re not.

Don’t Time travel into the past. You can’t change it. Today it starts all over again. Every tomorrow is determined by every day.

He changes times and seasons; he removes kings and sets up kings; he gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to those who have understanding.

There is no perfect time to start. You do not have to know everything to get going. Just get into the game. You will learn by doing.

It’s never too late to start the day over.

There is a stillness in all of us that is really the essence of who we are. A stillness and a silence that doesn’t move, that doesn’t go anywhere and our task is to experience that while being in time.

Good Morning. We are never too old to become better versions of ourselves.

Good Morning, my love! I hope the wave of inspiration hits you at all the right places today!

Timing’s mighty important. In cooking, in life, in love. If the timing goes wrong, you’ve got to start over. Do it right.

It’s time to write a new story.

The best time for new beginning is now.

Don’t be afraid to start over. It’s a new chance to rebuild things. This time better. The way you want it.

It’s been too long since we took the time
No-one’s to blame, I know time flies so quickly
But when I see you darling
It’s like we both are falling in love again
It’ll be just like starting over.

Starting over requires no explanation to anyone, requires no specific date, requires nothing more than you saying IT’S TIME.

A beginning is a very delicate time.

It’s time to reclaim your life..
One breath at a time.

There’s a time in our life when we’re about to give up fighting battles that we choose not to tell to anyone. We fall apart, we break into pieces, and find it hard to make ourselves whole again. We tried to start over, but found ourselves breaking once more with memories we tried to forget. We found ourselves crashing to the ground again, and all we ever thought was to give up and let ourselves go. We became hopeless. Love slowly fading, and we started to forget who we truly are. While we struggle to love someone, we also forget to love ourselves. And that is the crucial part.

No matter what happens, we should always give ourselves the love that we truly deserve. Yes, we fall, we crash, and we break into pieces, but we should learn to rise again and start over again and again and again. Never give up. And never deprive yourself with the love that you truly deserve.

This time it’s up to you.

Michael: Any idea how much longer?
Rambo: Yeah, just a few more hours.
Michael: Maybe we should give the man his space. We should go over the schedule, okay?
Sarah: Okay.

But in the time between when something gets thought and when it gets done, the ball hit me square across the side of the face. I fell, the back of my head slamming against the gym floor. I then stood up immediately, as if unhurt, and left the gym.
Pride had gotten me off the floor of the gym, but as soon as I was outside, I sat down.
“I am concussed,” I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.

Are You having fun, getting to spend every minute of every day with the man you love?

If you don’t make Kyo-kun his own chance…he’s going to be locked away. That’s right. We already know about that. Kyo-kun doesn’t have much longer, does he? The entire Zodiacs knows. But we won’t do or say anything about it. We silently consent-or, really, we pretend not to think about it.

Brian: I just need some more time.
Agent Bilkins: If you want time, buy the magazine.

Dom: I said a ten-second car, not a ten-minute car.
Jesse: You could push this across the finish line, or tow it.
Dom: You couldn’t even tow that across the finish line.
Brian: No faith.
Dom: I have faith in you, but this isn’t a junkyard. This is a garage.

Brian: So what’s your best time?
Dom: I’ve never driven her…
Brian: Why not?
Dom: She scares the shit out of me.

January is the start of a brand new year, and a great time to set new goals.

October is a time for fresh starts: new beginnings, new goals, and what’s more.

I’ve given you my time. It’s all I’ve got to give – it’s all any man has. And for a pitiful buck and a quarter an hour.

A woman is a full time job. You have to choose your profession.

She was desperate and she was choosey
at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what
she imagined herself to be.

Well, I’m 34 now. If I don’t make it by the time I’m 60, I’m just going to give myself 10 more years.

The difference between a democracy and a dictatorship is that in a democracy you vote first and take orders later; in a dictatorship you don’t have to waste your time voting.

The One who lives outside of time invites you into a reality that is informed by His perfect plans to give you hope and a future. God speaks in the past tense about battles you’re currently fighting. And He buries the shame of yesterday in order to resurrect the moment you are in and sustain you in the season He is calling you to embrace.

Between the ages of fifteen and twenty-four, I must have read a whole library.

They say I’m immature, I say that they’re depressed. I talk to unicorns, I’m wearing a uniform of a n**ga that don’t give a f**k about time. You live your life all serious while I’m enjoying mine.

Time will heal your injuries, but once you are ready, prepare for the next battle like you have never done before.

If you’re not seeing God move in your life right now, one of two possibilities must be considered. Either your requests are not God’s best and will probably not be answered the way you’d like or it must not be the right time. If God were to answer that prayer the way you are hoping, it could interfere with his ideal plan for you.

It’s never too late to start running in the morning, to fall in love, to change something in your life and open for new opportunities, a great chance for any endeavor.

January, The first month of the year. A perfect time to start all over again. Changing energies and deserting old moods; new beginnings, new attitudes.

Your life can be amazing, if you only tough this period out.

Some things take time. Stay patient and stay positive, things will get better.

It may take time but things will get better.

Each day is a new beginning, the chance to do with it what should be done and not to be seen as simply another day to put in time.

Every day is a new beginning, because you can’t turn the clock back.

A driver must be able to manage time effectively. A driver who possesses this skill is advantageous to the success of your company.+

Don’t be frustrated if it’s not happening your way on your timetable. God knows what he’s doing. He is getting you prepared.

Did someone break your heart, Arisa-san…? […] There are some things that take a long time to acquire, like friends or lovers. So it wasn’t for nothing.

Five to ten years was an exaggeration, but a little more time would pass before I cut my hair short, he started calling me just “Mayu” again, and just the two of us would go out on days when the weather was nice.

The chief beauty about time is that you cannot waste it in advance. The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you, as perfect, as unspoiled, as if you had never wasted or misapplied a single moment in all your life. You can turn over a new leaf every hour if you choose.

To endure, give, create, sustain, make good, look good, stay sweet, sweat, dread, plead, not again, make it happen over days, weeks, years, to numbness. The mental cruelty to impose on yourself and everyone thinks they see but your body knows and feels the strain, hurt and turmoil. Time to pick up a plan and level up.

This I would wish, that there was no time or sleep. No more past, or future, and everything we did was good the first time, for the day. Without the need of looking back to learn from the past, and no future to hope for the better. No more tiredness, or having a need to dream, and no nightmares to fear. If there was a second time, this is how I would like to start over.

You can start anew at any given moment. Life is just the passage of time and it’s up to you to pass it as you please.

Mr. Potter, class doesn’t let out until 10.

Successful people do not consider bad decisions to be a waste of time, money or energy, but rather an important learning experience.

Anyway, I know looking for a job is important and all. But Summer break’s just starting. Let’s spends lots…and lots…of time out together.

Whether you are someone who has been working for many years, or someone just starting down that path, or someone who is still studying, your journey to financial well-being is not far from where you are now.

What God does in time, He planned from eternity. And all that He planned in eternity He carries out in time.

Took you long enough, stupid woman!

Everything that happens in this world is a part of a great plan of God running through all time.

The mind doesn’t know anything about age, your subconscious mind knows nothing about time or space. And so, I am hanging around young people all the time and I operate like they do. I don’t think of myself as being old.

A sleepless night is as long as a year.

I’ve had insomnia since I was a little kid and I never sleep well. Sometimes I sleep very badly and sometimes I sleep slightly badly. I get it especially when I’m on tour because you cross a lot of time zones, and I’m not very adaptable.

In summer he always began his studies as soon as it was night; in winter generally at one in the morning, but never later than two, and often at midnight. No man ever spent less time in bed…

Things will get better if you just hold out long enough.

It’ll all get better in time.

And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears. And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.

It’s gonna get harder before it gets easier. But it will get better, you just gotta make it through the hard stuff first.

Don’t procrastinate. Don’t waste your time wishing for a “better” starting point. Instead, make use of the real and present starting point you have, and get going.

Not for the weak, cause this ain’t no 9 to 5.

It’s taken me a long time to own the early part of my life.

Unfortunately, the vast majority of people spend their days either living in the dead past or the imagined future. This sort of mental activity cheats a person out of the most precious time we have … NOW. Give everything you have to what you are doing NOW and life will richly reward you.

You wanna kill some time… with me?

Life is funny… we never know what’s in store for us and time brings on what is meant to be.

Ayame Sohma: Yuki, let’s deepen the bond between us brothers!
Yuki Sohma: Before you can do that I’ll drown you in the deepest part of that lake.
Ayame Sohma: As long as we spend time together.
Yuki Sohma: On second thought, go drown yourself.

It’s Always Darkest Before the Dawn.

Time was God’s first creation.

One mile at a time.

He hath made everything beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.

It’s my luck that every time I feel I completely comprehend God’s plan, I don’t have a pencil with me.

The Buddha knew one thing science didn’t prove for millennia after his death: Entropy increases. Things fall apart.

There are times when it is appropriate, even preferable, to get an erection when someone’s face is in close proximity to your penis.

This was not one of those times.

And in my classes, I will talk most of the time, and you will listen most of the time. Because you may be smart, but I’ve been smart longer.

And now she was colder by the hour, more dead with every breath I took. I thought: That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him the world run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.

I have never suffered from “insomnia” — I have not sleepless nights but wakeful hours.

I have benevolent insomnia. I wake up, and my mind is preternaturally clear. The world is quiet. I can read or write. It seems like stolen time. It seems like I have a twenty-eight-hour day.

People who have insomnia lie awake all night for an hour.

I find the doing of the will of God leaves me no time for disputing about his plans — I do not say for thinking about them.

[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air… Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.

There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow – that, in short, we are all going.

It’s never too late – never too late to start over, never too late to be happy.

It’s time to get back on the road.

Trucking since 1954.

Truck drivers spend a lot of time alone.

After all this time, it still seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out—but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

I’m sure some of you do not like lecture classes, but as you have probably noted, I’m not as young as I used to be. I would love to spend my remaining breath chatting with you about the finer points of Islamic history, but our time together is short. I must talk, and you must listen, for we are engaged here in the most important pursuit in history: the search for meaning. What is the nature of being a person? What is the best way to go about being a person? How did we come to be, and what will become of us when we are no longer? In short: What are the rules of this game, and how might we best play it?

I sit here for hours. It’s like sitting amongst lighthouses, each lighthouse giving you a bearing on lost spaces of time.

Runnin’ out of time to make you love me.

Books are lighthouses erected in the great sea of time.

Yes, God made man to fit within His perfect plan. He wants to fellowship with us, just like we want to share time with our spouses.

I hadn’t slept for seven nights.

My mother told me I must have slept, it was impossible not to sleep in all that time, but if I slept, it was with my eyes wide open, for I had followed the green, luminous course of the second hand and the minute hand and the hour hand of the bedside clock through their circles and semi-circles, every night for seven nights, without missing a second, or a minute, or an hour.

The reason I hadn’t washed my clothes or my hair was because it seemed so silly.

I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.

It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.

It made me tired just to think of it.

I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it.

Do you know what insomnia is?? It’s you telling yourself you need more time to complete your projects.

Oh God, midnight’s not bad, you wake and go back to sleep, one or two’s not bad, you toss but sleep again. Five or six in the morning, there’s hope, for dawn’s just under the horizon. But three, now, Christ, three A.M.! Doctors say the body’s at low tide then. The soul is out. The blood moves slow. You’re the nearest to dead you’ll ever be save dying. Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death! You dream with your eyes open. God, if you had strength to rouse up, you’d slaughter your half-dreams with buckshot! But no, you lie pinned to a deep well-bottom that’s burned dry. The moon rolls by to look at you down there, with its idiot face. It’s a long way back to sunset, a far way on to dawn, so you summon all the fool things of your life, the stupid lovely things done with people known so very well who are now so very dead – And wasn’t it true, had he read somewhere, more people in hospitals die at 3 A.M. than at any other time…

There are twelve hours in the day, and above fifty in the night.

I’m like, four days past my bedtime.

I have two moods:
Sleep is for the weak.
I need to sleep for a week.

Morning: Tired
Afternoon: Dying for a rest
Night: Can’t Sleep

And in her ears the little Seashells, the thimble radios tamped tight, and an electronic ocean of sound, of music and talk and music and talk coming in, coming in on the shore of her unsleeping mind. The room was indeed empty. Every night the waves came in and bore her off on their great tides of sound, floating her, wide-eyed, toward morning. There had been no night in the last two years that Mildred had not swum that sea, had not gladly gone down in it for the third time.

So often we say, ‘You need to sleep when your baby sleeps’ but that’s never the case. When your baby is sleeping, you’re trying to get everything else done.

Something amazing happens when the rest of the world is sleeping. I am glued to my chair. I forget that I ever wanted to do anything but write. The crowded city, the crowded apartment, and the crowded calendar suddenly seem spacious. Three or four hours pass in a moment; I have no idea what time it is, because I never check the clock. If I chose to listen, I could hear the swish of taxis bound for downtown bars or the soft saxophone riffs that drift from a neighbor’s window, but nothing gets through. I am suspended in a sensory deprivation tank, and the very lack of sensation is delicious.

I haven’t been out driving at this time of night in many years, much less in an unfamiliar area. These are the things that scare you as you get older. You understand night all too well, all its attendant meanings. You try to avoid it, work around it, keep it from entering your house. Your weary, ornery body tells you to stay up late, sleep less, keep the lights on, don’t go into the bedroom—if you have to sleep, sleep in your chair, at the table. Everything is about avoiding the night. Because of that, I suppose that I should be scared out here in the dark, but I am finally past that, I think.

But who, in these modern times, slept well?

I finally got eight hours of sleep. It took me three days, but whatever.

I don’t sleep
I am friends with time who passes by in front of my open eyes
The clock can go for a long time, to my surprise
I am familiar with the dark yet light blue of the sky at dawn
I lay there in my bed, waiting, wishing, for the
sweet release but it doesn’t come
Everyone is asleep and I hear every breath and every snore
It can be a very interesting thing or such a bore
I don’t sleep.

The night felt very long, but it ended as all nights do.

That’s the advantage of insomnia. People who go to bed early always complain that the night is too short, but for those of us who stay up all night, it can feel as long as a lifetime. You get a lot done.

Insomnia = 1:51 a.m. + eternity + 1:52 a.m. + eternity + 1:53 a.m. + eternity.

Between the midnight and the morning: on a given day, that’s the hardest stretch of time to fill.

I find the nights long, for I sleep but little, and think much.

Nothing cures insomnia like the realization that it’s time to get up.

The scary thing about having insomnia is not the hours lost for sleeping but the re-run of thoughts you’ve been trying to forget.

I haven’t been home in years.

I don’t care how long it takes, I won’t settle for less.

Even if you have to walk fast for 30 mins, five days a week, by all means, do so. Never make excuses as to why you don’t have the time to work out. Your body deserves to enjoy the taste of good health. Never settle for less.

They went through and out into the yard Sophie had known all her life. It was only half the size now, because Howl’s yard from the moving castle took up one side of it. Sophie looked up beyond the brick walls of Howl’s yard to her own old house. It looked rather odd because of the new window in it that belonged to Howl’s bedroom, and it made Sophie feel odder still when she realized that Howl’s window did not look out onto the things she saw now. She could see the window of her own old bedroom, up above the shop. That made her feel odd too, because there did not seem to be any way to get up into it now.

“You’re still here,” he said. “Is something the matter?”

Sophie sniffed. “I’m old,” she began.

But it was just as the Witch had said and the fire demon had guessed. Michael said cheerfully, “Well, it comes to us all in time. Would you like some breakfast?”

I am a barber. I shape people’s hair for a living. I spend time with my clients and I can make them laugh.

I’ve been a barber since I was in high school and have honed my craft over the years. Every haircut is a memory.

Barbers be like: “Yeah come down I got you next.”

Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.

Creation, in all its splendor and misery, in all the beauty and ugliness of its myriad forms, is how God manifests His presence in time. Creation is God in time.

God created the time frame for the existence of the creation before he created creation itself.

In essence, String Theory describes space and time, matter and energy, gravity and light, indeed all of God’s creation as music.

But time is yet another of God’s creations, and as such, it has a life of its own.

Everything living on earth is created by God within the frames of time and space.

There may come a time when you believe you have reached the end of the road in the darkest night. That will be the moment when a dazzling new day dawns on your horizon.

I have had the same barber since I was about 14 years old.

A jobless barber shall learn new hairstyles.

A barber is always willing to cut your hair.

Most of the time I lack closure; a reason. Without closure, you are perpetually haunted by the separation. Even if the reason is obvious, there is no easy way to move on, despite what people say. I have lost enough to know that when people say “You are better off” or “Just move on”, they do not understand. Most of the pain comes not from the separation itself, but from the chaos created internally.

Let them talk, and talk and talk. Let them say what they want. We will laugh at the thought they dont know what we’ve got. Every year that goes by, a year older we are. You’ll still be beautiful then, bless your beautiful heart.

Like time suspended,
a wound unmended–
you and I.

We had no ending,
no said goodbye;

For all my life,
I’ll wonder why.

The concept of closure is built on two discredited myths—that grief has a timetable, and that we can somehow move beyond our grief by letting go or detaching from the person we loved.

It’s never too late to be who you were meant to be.

Let’s face it, guys, after midnight, this whole f**king place turns into a pumpkin, and you guys all turn back into mice. This is a classic Cinderella tale here. You know, Peter Pan will no longer be a man, he’ll turn into a real boy. George Washington will never be able to cut down the beanstalk. You guys will eventually just go back to bein’ the shittiest Mexican baseball team in Mexico.

I am talking about me. I want—these are questions about me personally as a superstar. You know, you got this moment in time here with an American icon and you’re gonna waste it asking a question about the f**king mile?

If you’re lucky, you get a second act in life. But sooner or later, death will come – unannounced. Old Man Reaper comes to reclaim your soul. All you can hope for is that the people you loved will cherish the time they spent with you.

Listen these were meant to be a very special gift for someone. Well, if we’re meant to meet again, we’ll meet again. It’s just not the right time now.

Everything that happens is meant to be. It’s meant to happen like that. But sometimes you don’t know at the time that it’s meant to be disaster.

God didn’t create universe in six days of human measure. God’s still working, then hasn’t yet reached the seventh day.

When you look back, I think things are as they are meant to be. Timing is very important.

We’re not meant to be perfect. It took me a long time to learn that.

I don’t recall asking for your opinion, But thanks for wasting your time.

An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time.

You are always where you are meant to be at any specific moment in time.

People that spend time looking for faults in others, should spend time correcting their own.