Quotes Tagged "timelessness"

Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.

Why is wisdom so fair? Why is beauty so wise? Because all else is temporary, while beauty and wisdom are the only real and constant aspects of truth that can be perceived by human means. And I don't mean the kind of surface beauty that fades with age, or the sort of shallow wisdom that gets lost in platitudes. True beauty grips your gut and squeezes your lungs, and makes you see with utmost clarity exactly what is before you. True wisdom then steps in, to interpret, illuminate, and form a life-altering insight.

So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.

When we are fairly observant and overly patient, a vibration of happiness might crop up unwittingly, as we capture the “timelessness

The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness. And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.

There are no telegraphs on Tralfamadore. But you're right: each clump of symbols is a brief, urgent message-- describing a situation, a scene. We Tralfamadorians read them all at once, not one after the other. There isn't any particular relationship between all the messages, except that the author has chosen them carefully, so that, when seen all at once, they produce an image of life that is beautiful and surprising and deep. There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.

The river is now. This moment. This breath between us. The space between your heartbeats. The moment before you blink. The instant a thought flashes through your mind. It is everything that is around us. Life. Energy. Flowing, endlessly flowing, carrying you from then...to now...to tomorrow. Listen: you can hear the music of it. Of the passage of time.

If New Orleans is not fully in the mainstream of culture, neither is it fully in the mainstream of time. Lacking a well-defined present, it lives somewhere between its past and its future, as if uncertain whether to advance or to retreat. Perhaps it is its perpetual ambivalence that is its secret charm. Somewhere between Preservation Hall and the Superdome, between voodoo and cybernetics, New Orleans listens eagerly to the seductive promises of the future but keeps at least one foot firmly planted in its history, and in the end, conforms, like an artist, not to the world but to its own inner being--ever mindful of its personal style.

Time is basically an illusion created by the mind to aid in our sense of temporal presence in the vast ocean of space. Without the neurons to create a virtual perception of the past and the future based on all our experiences, there is no actual existence of the past and the future. All that there is, is the present.

Timelessness is an art.

This impression is a glimpse not of timelessness but timefulness, an acute consciousness of how the world is made by - indeed, made of - time.

Rami - Why do we have time and times passage? Dayah - In this material realm you have been counting and keeping track of the number of turns your beloved little planet takes around it's star calling these circulating passages names like 'days' 'months' or 'years'. You have numerically segmented down these 'days' into units such as 'seconds' 'minutes' or 'hours'. And there you have it! You have created what you think of as 'time'. But please remember beloved One. It is you mortals who created this concept of 'time' and 'time' is much smaller than you are. You are limitless. This dear beloved little planet is merely spinning 'round and 'round through the Infinity of the Divine Oneness of which you are the microcosm.

...your tranquil yes to the changing over into the formless void of the unlimited.