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Love makes you forget time, time makes you forget love.

That I measure time, I know, but I can't measure the future because it is yet can't measure this because it has no duration, cannot measure the past because it is gone. What do I measure? The time, but have not yet passed?

There's nothing more long, because it is a measure of eternity, nothing shorter, because it is not enough to execute our projects; nothing is slower for waiting, nothing more rapid eating for pleasure; it reaches infinity at a great and lasts infinitely small; people ignore them, but when it lost regret; everything happens in time; it consumes the unworthy in the memory of posterity, and give immortality to the great.

One of our first hopes and disappointments, a time when we dreamed of when we could hug the Sky, which then collapsed on top of us - this time only you and me and no one had it we did not take.

But how am I supposed to die? Is it possible that I just disappear from time?.. I've never seen the world differently, as enveloped my mind; and how can I leave without taking him with you? And even if they, the mountains, the houses, the sun (and I doubt it), will continue to exist in the minds of other people and for others it will have others, not these mountains, houses, the sun. All that stretches before me will disappear with me. Just as I close my eyes, and everything becomes dark.

You people do not know how to measure their days. You measured only their length and say that a day lasts 24 hours. And your days are sometimes, and depth, and greater than the length and depth that can reach months or even years of length of days. So you can't look at your life. Not to mention the death...

Eleven minutes. What the world turns, lasting only eleven minutes.

When I sit next to a pretty girl, an hour seems like a minute, but when you sit on a hot skillet, a minute seems an hour.

Time is a great teacher. But unfortunately it kills all its pupils.

Time heals everything, whether you like it or not. Time takes away everything, leaving in the end only darkness. Sometimes in the dark we find each other, sometimes we lose them there again..

Sometimes the time runs fast, and the events merge into a blur, and at times stand still, and every word or act clearly imprinted in memory.

Life is always short, how many would not have lived. Life still goes through instantly. Life is itself a measure of how many years live few, a little.

Times change and we change with them.

The most correct watch in the world - sand, because they are seen as time passes as life flows away.