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"Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!"
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"Life is defined by time and seasons."
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"If you want to know the value of a minute ask the person who came to the train station or airport a minute late."
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"Any moment which is not captured is loss in the events of time."
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"Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you - sometimes I swear that just for a second time freezes and the world pauses in its tilt. Just for a second. And if you somehow found a way to live in that second, then you would live forever."
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"Time is a concrete product."
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"Time must be converted into product."
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"The sacred-time determines the due events."
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"Time is thought."
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"Time is life."
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"Time is life. Time for birth, time for death."
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"The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord."
Earth
"I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more."
Sea
"Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!"
Time
"All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim."
Friendship
"Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors."
Nature
"Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne."
Nature
"Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments."
Grief
"O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!"
Life
"So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!"
Sleep
"There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love."
Love
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