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In our youth, we make stupid mistakes because of our frivolity, without seriously thinking about the fact that the past cannot be returned. If we try to scroll back through the calendar, trying to fix something in this way, it will not give us anything. Time is linear, it only goes forward, and no one has yet invented a time machine. Not every person can mature quickly during adolescence, and lost hours cannot be returned. This is the reality of life. However, we have the power to change the present and future!

Time only matters in the sense that I'm bored and the hours go on forever.

- Not really. It just got me thinking: if there's one thing people are good at, it's figuring out how to live. So, judging by history, we will figure out how to get through what lies ahead of us.

Those deeds of our life that we call good and which it is easy for us to talk about, almost entirely belong to this first, “easy” kind, and we easily forget about them. Other things that are hard for us to talk about, we can never forget, they are to some extent more ours than those, and their long shadows fall on all the days of our lives.

Life is like an hourglass, where every moment disappears forever, leaving behind only traces in our memory. Each grain of sand is unique in its own way, like every moment of our life. Therefore, do not postpone your life for later. You have to live each day as if it were your last.

I forgot to try to understand myself

The clock stopped moving and rushed ...

Up to this point, their "ethical non-monogamy" had worked like clockwork. Like many couples and groups that choose open relationships, they did not accept the evolutionary biologists' notion of the inevitable and innate nature of jealousy.

The easiest way to steal a wallet is to say you're going to steal a watch.

And life continued to pose more and more difficult questions to the young surgeon. Recreating now in memory that time, again and again I am ready to say a commendable, grateful word to books! They have always been my first assistants and advisers, I drew strength and confidence from them in the hours of involuntary despair, when solving complicated problems, when no one else could help me. The books that I brought with me, selected with such care in Leningrad, have become an invaluable treasure. They became my advisers and consultants, friends in success and judges in failure...

Time for Bayle always had one of three colors - it was black, red or white. The famous artist tore him away from the whole world for several days with his play of Shakespeare's plays. The red hours were coming.

Of course, I like to stay awake at night and enjoy the cool darkness. When darkness falls on the city, the mind is filled with silence, silence, calmness. The events of the day turn into a long forgotten past. Night is my favorite time of the day, because only in these dark hours I have hope that everything will be fine in the future. It is during the night hours that faith is born that everything will end happily. And as the night will be replaced by day, so grief will be replaced by happiness ... And fears will sink into oblivion and all frightening assumptions will turn out to be stupidity.

If you don't wind the clock, the time won't come.

I don't need a watch. From dawn to dusk I live according to the sun, and at night I live according to the moon and in a dream without a clock - I live a second life.