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.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
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.
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.
He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times.
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.
There must be a day or two in a man's life when he is the precise age for something important.
When you take of a man's time, you've taken a part of his life.
It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.
Time is the king of all men, he is their parent and their grave, and gives them what he will and not what they crave.
In all our deeds, the proper value and respect for time determines success or failure.