time

is really the only capital that human has,

and the only thing that he cant afford to lose

when the sessions of sweet silent thought

i summon up remembrance of thing past,

i sigh the lack of many a thing i sought

and the old woes new wail my dear time's waste

***the time which we have at our disposal every day is

elastic

the passions that we feel

expand it

these that we inspire

contract it

and habits fills up what remains***

the greatest assasin of life is haste

the desire to reach things before the right time-

which means

overreaching them

time cannot be expanded,

accumulated,

mortgaged,

hastened,

or

retarded

u can save time but u cant bank it

this time and all time

is a very good one

if we know what to do with it

we succeed only when we identify in life

or in war

or in anything else,

a single overriding objective,

and make other considerations bend

to that one objective

...if one advances confidently in direction of his dream

and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined

he will meet with success unexpected in common hours

spontaneously

is a quality of being able to do something just because

u feel it at the moment

of trusting your instincts

of taking it by surprise

and

snatching from the cluthes

of your

well-organised routine

a bit of unsheduled pleasure

eternity is..

...keeping a smile on ur face till the shutter clicks!

...waiting for the tow truck to show up

...trying to find a 7sens error in your bank account

...2omins of aerobic exercise

...not peeking till the popovers glue set and done

...awaiting result of a pregnancy test

...listening to a six-year-old relate a plot of this neat movie

...looking for a highway exit when u're headed in the wrong direction

...watching with 3d shades not knowing it was a low budget 3d movie

...heading for a u-turn for the gas station where needle already way pass empty

...the second hour of monopoly

...waiting for the light to turn green when u've spotted an empty parking space across the intersection

the years in your life are less important

than

the life in your years

life should be measured by

its breadth

not

its

length

three things return not, even for prayers and tears-

the arrow which the archer shoots at will;

the spoken word, keen-edged and sharp to sting;

the opportunity left unimproved

if thou woudn't speak a word of loving cheer,

oh speak it now...

this moment is thine own

i have no yesterday

time took them away tomorrow

may not be-

but i have

today