We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; in feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Time is not measured by the passing of years but by what one does, what one feels, and what one achieves.
In his state of complete powerlessness the individual perceives the time he has left to live as a brief reprieve.
Speak out in acts; the time for words has passed, and only deeds will suffice.
Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times.
Time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart.
Much of the time life is a sort of rhythmic progression of three characters. If one tells oneself that life is like that, one feels it less arbitrary.
In all our deeds, the proper value and respect for time determines success or failure.
Time, which wears down and diminishes all things, augments and increases good deeds, because a good turn liberally offered to a reasonable man grows continually through noble thought and memory.