When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity.
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Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.
Time sometimes passes quite quickly.
When you are missing someone, time seems to move slower, and when I'm falling in love with someone, time seems to be moving faster.
I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not aware of it passing.
I once made love for an hour and fifteen minutes, but it was the night the clocks are set ahead.
A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
Time is change; we measure its passing by how much things alter.
'Seconds' is all about spaces, and I guess spaces are kind of like people in that they can be haunting and alluring before we even really get to know them, and after prolonged exposure, they can become mundane or oppressive.
Time can be an ally or an enemy. What it becomes depends entirely upon you, your goals, and your determination to use every available minute.
I'm trying to understand how time works. And that's a huge question that has lots of different aspects to it.
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