My grandmother is dating a grandfather clock, and I’ve started wearing a wristwatch on my ankle. I also wear my love for Agatha like a raincoat, and I am jealous of every umbrella I see.
A popular form of overpriced torture wherein participants wake up at ass-o-clock in the morning and stand in the freezing cold until it's time to run, at which point they miserably trot for a god-awful interval of time that could be better spent slee...
Intuition is the art of the moment. Intuition is always in the moment, in the here and now. While the intellect always moves like the pendulum of a clock between the memories of the past and the fantasies of the future, intuition is always in the mom...
Married, married. My ring on your finger. Yours on mine. Till death do us part,” he rattles off. “Come on Mabes, it’s the next logical step. We’ve been living together for long enough. It’s time to make an honest man out of me.” “We’v...
In a clock, stop but one wheel and you stop every wheel, because they are dependent upon one other. So when God has ordered a thing for the present to be thus and thus, how do you know how many things depend upon this thing? God may have some work to...
I had to be at work at 8 am this morning, so I set my alarm clock for 7:49. Naturally, my body woke my brain up at 1:11 precisely, and I laid in bed trying to convince myself two things: one, that I function better on little sleep, and two, that I am...
I'd been feeling like this for a while, the continual looking back, the stuckness of it all. I blamed it on the coming New Year, only four and a half months away, when the clocks would read zero and we would start again, could start again, but I knew...
If the clicker became useless in grown men's hands, no games to watch, no highlights shown, ESPN left with only test patterns and re-runs of Rudy, wouldn't the indignation level be a whole lot higher? If sports, all sports, all levels, were shut down...
Never gonna stop 'til the clock stops tickin' Never gonna quit 'til my legs stop kickin' I will follow you and we'll both go missin' No I'm never givin' up 'til my heart stops beatin' Never lettin' go 'til my lungs stop breathing I will follow you an...
The late Mr. , in his posthumous works, places the powers of generation much above those of our boasted reason; and adds, that reason can only make a machine, as a clock or a ship, but the power of generation makes the maker of the machine; ... he co...
But this is all chasing after the wind. The essence of the suicides consisted not of sadness or mystery but simple selfishness. The girls took into their own hands decisions better left to God. They became too powerful to live among us, too self-conc...
[about Ramius] Jack Ryan: Has he made any Crazy Ivans? Capt. Bart Mancuso: What difference does that make? Jack Ryan: Because his next one is going to be to starboard. Capt. Bart Mancuso: Why? Because his last was to port? Jack Ryan: No. Because he a...
Charlie: Hey, Patrick. Patrick: Hey! You're in my shop class, right? How's your clock coming? Charlie: My dad's building it for me. Patrick: Yeah. Mine looks like a boat. You wanna sit over here or are you waiting for your friends? Charlie: No, no, n...
Nutsy: [shouting] One o'clock and all's well! Sheriff of Nottingham: [clock chimes three times] Nutsy, you better set your brain ahead two hours. Nutsy: Right. Hey, Sheriff, does that there mean adding or subtracting? Sheriff of Nottingham: Oh, just ...
Bartender: [the bartender and his assistant, Joey mix up a special "wake-up juice" using hot peppers, Tabasco sauce and chili powder] In about ten minutes, he's gonna be as sober as a priest on Sunday. Marty McFly: [sees clock outside - they have 10 ...
A storm was coming; you could feel it in the air, chill wind was cutting through the thickest coat and there was a faint wetness in the air that was touching the skin if turned towards the storm. Mark looked at the sky above the ocean. The sky was ge...
I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I'll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I've got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wa...
I looked at her. Sheila was my girl--the girl I wanted--and wanted for keeps. But it wasn't any use having illusions about her. Sheila was a liar and probably always would be a liar. It was her way of fighting for survival--the quick easy glib denial...
And what lights the sun? Its own fire. And the sun goes on, day after day, burning and burning. The sun and time. The sun and time and burning. Burning. The river bobbled him along gently. Burning. The sun and every clock on the earth. It all came to...
If. If Mingus Rude could be kept in this place, kept somehow in Dylan's pocket, in his stinging, smudgy hands, then summer wouldn't give way to whatever came after. If. If. Fat chance. Summer on Dean Street had lasted one day and that day was over, i...
One day, all those who love in the society of Auld Lang Syne shall meet again. In the New City of the Burning Heart, there, the veil will drop. The arc of the seas shall finally know the skies. Day and night shall end. The clock tower will crumble. T...
