Love makes time pass away and time makes love pass away.
Hipolito (The Writer): We pass the time of day to forget how time passes.
Love makes the time pass.
Time makes love pass.
We say that time passes, time goes by, and time flows. Those are metaphors. We also think of time as a medium in which we exist.
The happier the time, the more quickly it passes.
Love makes time pass. Time makes love pass.
Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass.
If the time has passed, there is no point in preparing.
Books are not about passing time. They're about other lives. Other worlds. Far from wanting time to pass, one just wishes one had more of it. If one wanted to pass the time one could go to New Zealand.
Don't read a book to let the time pass...let the time pass to read a book.
Time is a river of passing events -- a rushing torrent.
I think I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not really aware of that time passing. I don't feel that I'm wasteful with time. But I'm not aware of it passing.
Don't let the fear of the time it will take to accomplish something stand in the way of your doing it. The time will pass anyway; we might just as well put that passing time to the best possible use.
we who determine how quickly time passes.
Time passes by, memory stays Torturing silently, rest of our days... Sigh!
When you are touched by a calling, answer on the first ring. As time passes the volume decreases until it is silenced forever by our allotted time.
The older you get, the faster time passes in your mind, so use your time according to what is most important.
My ideas about time all developed from the realization that if nothing were to change we could not say that time passes. Change is primary, time, if it exists at all, is something we deduce from it.
Time passes: yesterday has gone for ever but tomorrow never comes. Let's make the most of today.
Experiences is just paying attention as time passes.