Category: Time
Time itself comes in drops.
Time is an illusion.
Time discovers truth.
Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.
There are two days in my calendar: This day and that Day.
Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.
Each person who gets stuck in time gets stuck alone.
Time is a storm in which we are all lost.
For after the Battle comes quiet.
We have not the time to take our time.
