The Time Keeper

Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. an alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.

It is never too late or too soon. It is when it is supposed to be.

We all yearn for what we have lost. But sometimes, we forget what we have.

With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can’t appreciate what we have

There is a reason God limits our days.' 'Why?' 'To make each one precious.

Sometimes, when you are not getting the love you want, giving makes you think you will.

When you are measuring life, you are not living it.

I made such a fool of myself,” she lamented. “Love does not make you a fool.” “He didn’t love me back.” “That does not make you a fool, either.” “Just tell me …” Her voice cracked. “When does it stop hurting?” “Sometimes never.

Holding on to things only breaks your heart.

Knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.

When we are most alone is when we embrace another's loneliness.

Ends are for yesterday, not tomorrows.

As mankind grew obsessed with its hours, the sorrow of lost time became a permanent hole in the human heart. People fretted over missed chances, over inefficient days; they worried constantly about how long they would live, because counting life’s moments had led, inevitably, to counting them down. Soon, in every nation and in every language, time became the most precious commodity.

A heart weighs more when it splits in two; it crashes in the chest like a broken plane.

There is a reason God limits man's days.

But a desperate heart will seduce the mind.

No matter how smart she appeared, she was fragile at her core.

But hurting ourselves to inflict pain on others is just another cry to be loved.

But fates are connected in ways we don’t understand.

He cried that night for all that he had lost, but he would say it taught him a valuable lesson: that holding on to things "will only break your heart.

You had many more years,” he said. “I didn’t want them.” “But they wanted you. Time is not something you give back. The very next moment may be an answer to your prayer. To deny that is to deny the most important part of the future.” “What’s that?” “Hope.

She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this. And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

But they wanted you. Time is not something you give back. The very next moment may be answer to your prayer. To deny that is to deny the most important part of the future.

But you grab a moment, or you let it pass.

A man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.

There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between summers was gone.

The length of your days does not belong to you.

Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.

Everything man does today to be efficient, to fill the hour? It does not satisfy. It only makes him hungry to do more. Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time. When you are measuring life, you are not living it.

Mankind is connected in ways it does not understand - even in dreams.