Time is money says the proverb, but turn it around and you get a precious truth. Money is time.
I spent a long time working in restaurants and making no money. It was very character-building, but I think it could have been built in a shorter time.
If time is money, it seems moral to save time, above all one's own, and such parsimony is excused by consideration for others. One is straight-forward.
If you got the money honey I got the time and when you run out of money honey I run out of time.
I think I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not really aware of that time passing. I don't feel that I'm wasteful with time. But I'm not aware of it passing.
Bereavement is terrible, of course. And when somebody you love dies, it's a time for reflection, a time for memory, a time for regret.
I set myself challenges every time I work. Ideally, I approach everything as though it's the first time - with a beginner's mind and an amateur's love.
I could read music and sing all the right notes at the right time. And over time, I literally found my voice, found a way to make sound.
Opportunities come once in a life time, but it is when we are able to see opportunities in difficult times that the leader in us is born.
Time crumbles things; everything grows old under the power of Time and is forgotten through the lapse of Time.
There is time to compromise. There is time to absolutely abhor d word. Most times it is the latter. Compromise is mediocrity. Compromise is cheap.
Worrying is a full-time job -- I wish it paid better!
When it's your time, it is your time.
Going into a country the first time, ask what is forbidden; on entering a village, ask what are the customs; on entering a private house, ask what should not be mentioned.
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