We all look for lost time.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I lost some time once. It's always in the last place you look for it.
I think that all writing is in search of lost time. I'm starting to realise that very clearly.
The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once.
Time is still the great mystery to us. It is no more than a concept; we don't know if it even exists.
You will never find time for anything. If you want time you must make it.
If you can get your life down to one minute at a time, you don't miss anything. You have total abundance of information and material.
The supposed great misery of our century is the lack of time.
Time is what the depressed and panicked lack.
Lost time is never found again.
Time is the least thing we have of.