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...Everything here is temporary. Even misfortunes are temporary. And it doesn’t matter what fate has in mind. Our job is to shine, to glow in the darkness L. Miller
Dear friends! Today’s post is dedicated to time, which approaches slowly, but goes away so quickly) We offer you a small selection of quotes, aphorisms, sayings and poems from great and not so great people about time and life, about time and love, about time and eternity... Pictures are from Internet, unfortunately, I don’t know the authors. And the post begins with a poetic sketch by Ali Kudryasheva.
Time flies unnoticed - modern poems.
Mom is at the dacha, the key is on the table, there is no need to make breakfast. The holidays are coming soon, eight years old, in August it will be nine. It’s nine o’clock in August, seven o’clock, the sky is light and flat, the sun has left faded streaks in my hair. Hold the sleepy scrap in your palm and let it slip through your fingers. Vitka from the tenth floor calls again for a swim. We have to hurry as fast as we can, in case they run away and leave us behind. Vitka graduated from the fourth grade - that is, he is almost old. Shorts with a T-shirt are a simple outfit, take an apple for an afternoon snack. Vitka will teach me to dive, he promised, I remember. The road to the river is well-trodden, burnt and familiar. Dusty feet look like mom's mittens. It's so hot these days - the leaves are like rags. Maybe we can play later, I’ll ask you to play hide and seek. Vitka is a kind man, a boy from Jules Verne. I'll ask if I can drive, and they'll probably allow me. The evening will begin, it should get dark. Day before the end of the week. I turn to the wall. One hundred, ninety nine.
Mom is at the dacha. Bike. Tomorrow I have to take the exam. The sun licks the notes with gentle eyes. Greet the morning and sit all night, waiting for the onset of summer. In August I will already be a student, today it’s neither this nor that. The bread is half-stale and the cheese is off the knife; breakfast is tasteless. Vitka from the tenth floor is now in his third year. Knows all the smart professors, writes programs at the company. Hood, ironic and black-browed, straight out of a movie. He writes notes to my sister, gives flowers from my paycheck, but I swim faster and write better. It’s just that my sister is bright-faced, I’m heavier and angrier, we climb onto the porch and fly the kite. It seems they are leaving into the night, I am taking them to the train. The river rustles and rustles at your feet, now it’s waist-deep. Seventy-eight, seventy-seven, I’m crying with my back to the train. Let them hide, well, all of them, I won’t look for them.
Mom is at the dacha. The head is buzzing. Sleepy inaction. The cat settled on the chest, the sun on the blanket. Cups, palms and sweaters, coffee, please, brew. Did anyone see me yesterday? It's better not to say. Let this be the big secret of little debauchery, everyone was drunk, weightless, warmed by the warm breath of their brother, their throats were hoarse from chatter, ashes were flying from the balcony, everyone was with each other - and everyone was alone, alive and rebellious. If we chip in a ruble, breakfast will come to our house, Lord, how I love you all, rainbows in the palms of our hands. Street in sunny lace, Vitka, wash the plates. You can lie around and come to life. You can go to the river. I will catch you and conquer you, I will force you to cut your hair and shave. Nose into the broken bark. Thirty-four, thirty...
Mom is in the photo. The keys are in the lock. Eight hours until summer. The sun is on the walls, on a backpack, in old sandals. Sleepy paws through the square, and there’s no escape. Vitka in America. I am in Moscow. A river in distant childhood. The apple is eaten, the train has left, somewhere it is going to Nice, I start counting from one hundred, my life from one. We fight, cry with her in unison, clowns in the arena. “Twenty-one,” I mutter in my sleep. “Forty,” time laughs. Forty - and the first gray hair, forty-one - to the hospital. Twenty-one - I live alone, twenty: eyes are loopholes, legs are scratched, a demon is in the rib, thoughts are racing, someone is waiting for me in the yard, someone is on the tenth. Ten - I finish fourth grade, I don’t have to do breakfast. We must hurry as fast as we can. It will be nine in August. Eight - carry keys around your neck, melt in the sunny hymn...
Three. Two. One. I'm going to look. God help me.
poems by Ali Kudryasheva (2007)
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Time passed, I laughed merrily, And they quietly mocked me. Either he will gallop into the distance without a break, or he will sigh: “What a vile shortness of breath.” -Where are you going? Make a stop. Keeping up with you requires skill. And I’m no longer a young girl: There’s “snow” at my temples, and my skirt is longer. And time looked back and laughed, It doesn’t want to slow down, it’s unfortunate. “Don’t drift,” he shouts, “you’re not an old woman.” And I run after him like a young woman. Tatiana Lavrova
The blue sky over the fields bloomed, The departing moon saw off early. The stars extinguished the fireflies at sunrise, The sun invited the sun to the threshold like a beacon. With good wishes for the soul to get up, so that the left leg does not interfere with the right. So that the dawn shines from the eyes with peace, and the trill of birds from the soul. The blue sky has bloomed over the fields, I will embrace him with gratitude with my eyes. And I will send light with my soul, I will smile at the roads. Hello, dawn on a new day, come through the door! Happiness fell like a star into my palm!... Maybe because I dreamed about it?... Warm, radiant, tender... The most cherished..., dear to my heart... I wanted to share Happiness with someone. And it warms your palm and sparkles... Just give a drop to someone - You yourself will become more happy... What a miracle!!! With a large step, with a small demon, Through the ravines, In the field, in the forest, Straight and sideways - The rain is wandering like a mushroom. I don't need anyone, I don't need anyone, I have my own business. I jump barefoot through puddles, To hide that I am very angry - With a large step, With a small demon, Through ravines, Fields, forests - But I feel with my back The way you are watching me.
I'm letting go. I don’t regret anything, I accept what is given. I let go of myself... I let go of everything happily. Constant restlessness I will give to the birds of freedom. I will meet the first snowstorm with my restless heart. She will spin around and cover you with white snow. It will take sadness with it into the endless distance, perhaps. Having met happiness on the way, I will open the window for him, And letting him in home, I will tightly seal the shutters. I let go of myself... I let go of all adversity. And I walk... I walk forward... Luckily for me I walk. 09/17/2011. Elvira Burchalova, 2011 Life rushes on without looking back: Year after year, day after day... Without having time to learn the answers, we get tired of the riddles. How, without fear of mistakes / Only by getting smarter... on strangers! / Scatter a cascade of smiles Hiding sadness in your eyes? Among thousands of undertakings Following, far away, Between hundreds of delays Freeze in the flashing days? I am one of those who believe with my heart that there is peace, dreams and happiness, that looking into each other’s eyes you can read a lot. I am one of those who loves the wind, the sound of pine trees overhead, the smooth surface of fog at dawn, the sound of a guitar and the surf... Polina Svetlichkina Was born like everyone else in the world, But, skipping along a rainbow, I learned to move forward And, like little children, admire the sky in puddles. Clouds will not cover me The miracle of life that shines, I drive away all insults And with spiritual kindness I will attract the moment, like a magnet, Where all the doors are open to happiness that laughs loudly. The waltz will spin you and me, You just have to believe in it, Even though evil sometimes oppresses... We are no worse than the heroes of books, Why don’t we know each other?! Find me, beloved one - When I stroke a puddle for a month, I know that you are there, long-awaited. Regina Naumova From the sky of starry desires At night it gently removes Not earthly gravity... The attraction of goodness!! The rustle of birds, fluttering in the forest In the silence, instantly melts, And the pre-dawn time hurries to say goodbye to the moon... The morning opens the windows And the born sun Touches the golden fields of wheat, lovingly... With the light trembling of the ears, A bold wind will rush by. “Who is all this for?” - you ask... And you hear - “For you!” author? LATE LOVE A poplar blizzard swirls in the waltz. We met each other late in the world... The wind hums softly in response - “It’s never too late in love!” We have forgotten everything in the world with you. Maybe we fell in love late? With a quiet rustle of leaves the leaves answer: “It’s never too late in love!” It seems like we are all dreaming about it. It’s too late I kiss your eyelashes... But the planet shakes the horizon - “It’s never too late in love!” You and I have been through a lot. How we missed each other on the way!.. Bright oriole of our sadness, We met you late in the grove... A poplar blizzard swirls in a waltz. We met each other late in the world... The wind hums softly in response - “It’s never too late in love!” Valery Kratochvil
God give me THIS woman... And never let HER come to her senses. For every breath crossed with HER, I paid you more than a hundredfold. Lend me, God, HER sorrows, If they become inevitable, So that I can decorate the ending of HER story with care and tenderness. Show me, Lord, the sad cracks in HER soul, too trusting. I love, I want THIS woman. That's all - I have nothing more to ask for... Help me, God, to become the only one, even if not the first, but the best and worth HER tender lips, mysterious eyes, HER kisses, like treasures. Tell HER, God, that I am my betrothed, HER brother, HER husband, HER copy. Not a casual friend, not an outlet, not a utopia for lonely nights. Give us strength to wait, give us patience... After all, the line to You, Lord, is long... Alexander Afanasyev
All life at the beginning is just a blank sheet, the whitest strip of paper. There are no diagrams, pictures, not a drop of gloss, You are the judge of your own destiny, an artist. You are a director, you are a genius, you are a creator, You create, plan, summarize, Sometimes you distort so many destinies that it is impossible to find an end to a lie. But you can’t live life on a draft, (Try one thing, then another), You can’t correct the past, the past, There’s only one life, and every moment is precious. Yes, life is complicated, there are no firm guarantees. Everything mixed: comedy and drama. She is a ball of guile and deceit, But there is nothing more beautiful than life! Lavrova Tatyana Life slows down a little An hour is allotted for reflection You can swim... but I’m looking for a ford Age... teaches us wisdom I’ll smile where I used to go into battle My look into the sky... the answers are there This choice is not easy - mine I smile sadly at dreams At the flowers... I saw the eyes Before just...plucked it in a bouquet Even if a thunderstorm is raging I have no complaints about her...I so appreciate every moment I live I know exactly...what I want Where before there were only tears and screams, I now...smilingly remain silent.. Tell me, sage who lived to see his gray hairs , Why go through this mortal life? - No matter what we go to, we have one outcome: to remain as a blade of grass in the universe. - Then answer me, why am I living? Why was I born into this world? - To go through life in reality, Having fallen asleep forever, to leave your mark. - What then should I value: Love, wealth, fame, humanity? — While the thread of life winds until death, Appreciate the second, because behind it lies eternity. who is author?
DIALOGUE IN THE ENTRANCE From the winds, from the constellations, or from passers-by, Two were hiding in the entrance, having a conversation. - You broke up with her a long time ago, But you haven’t forgotten. Do you love me more than you loved her? He looked up in surprise, his shoulder twitched: “You’re with me today, and what does she have to do with it?” - Your answer is kind of strange. I have to hear, Which of us is more desirable to you: Me or her? - There is no need to be jealous of me After so many years. It's you next to me, but she's not here. - And in the next world they will allow you to live in paradise with your wife - What would you answer to God: With her or with me? “I don’t believe in the afterlife,” And I thought: “Yes, It’s you with me today, And she’s always.” It’s you next to me, And she’s everywhere...” ...A meteor fell across the sky From star to star. Victor Schneider The station is gloomy... damp... Now go up to the cashier and say without any falsehood, “Give me a farther ticket. You see... I feel bad...” And the cashier: “Ticket?.. How far? To what place? - “Unknown!” - “Not known? And in what, excuse me, class? I bend down to the ticket office itself: “Even on the roof, even in the carriage!.. Let it go into the fire!” But just don’t let this train catch up with neither my love nor sadness...” I will disappear for a thousand years. I’ll look around the distant fences, but the bitter herbs will hide my trace, so that I won’t come back. You shout: “Where are you? Come back! into the void, the voice will drown in the unsteady fog. I will carefully weave My name into the design of your palms... I will disappear for a thousand winters, I will dissolve in a snow-white blizzard, To blow through your lonely bed like a cold wind. In the white city of white sleep, I will touch you with a white feather, You will not be able to help but recognize me, Do you remember, tenderness was without limit... I will disappear for a thousand moons, Not daring to say goodbye to you. Just a tear sliding down the glass, I will give you wings. Fortunately... The coat opened as if there were no buttons. Well, tell me, is this how friends hug? Our breath is confused with you... No! Sorry, my dear... No need. It is forbidden. We haven't seen each other - that's right. We missed you - that's right. The lips are very close... They threaten to kiss... The hair is tangled, the breath is out of breath... Let go, my dear! No need. It is forbidden. You are ready to launch a well-honed phrase at me. He pulled back a little, gently gliding his gaze. No! Shut up! If you say, everything will be ruined. We are friends, my dear. No need. It is forbidden. A male friend, a female friend are unsteady concepts. Here we cannot retreat three words back. How dangerous such hugs can be... We are friends, my dear... We really can’t... Elena Lomakina
I’m looking for you with my eyes closed, Where during the day sometimes I can’t find you with fire. And, it seems, here you are, just around the corner, But again, a mistake, and you are on a difficult path again. Give me a sign, be it secret or obvious, That, like me, you are wandering in the dark, That you are looking, like me, for a random pier, The fire of love on the permafrost. Imagine how difficult it is in this world, Where there are many countries, peoples, languages, To find, like two and two - four, Someone with whom you are ready to share the joy. Or maybe sadness... or maybe suffering. But the burden is lighter if it’s shared by two. Two travelers on the shores of a rendezvous Walk in the night, their voice is quiet, So that no one will lead them astray, And lead them along the wrong path. It’s not a pity to give up half the kingdom and half the world for a meeting that is appointed by fate. I don’t want to warm myself by someone else’s fireplace…. Find me…. and take it with you. In the warm hall of the cafe, evening candles were lit, And on the street the moon was again washed with rain... HE sat against the wall and looked through the October evening at her lonely silhouette, in the corner by the window. He sat and watched. The moments froze like a halo, playing with the chestnut shadow in her hair... And she, turning away, caught his reflection in the palm of the glass. And hid the sadness on her lips. Why is he silent? Why is he shy as a boy? He would come up and say something, even if it was completely out of place! Maybe for him she’s good and not too pretty? Maybe not free? Probably even married... No, he was not married. And I’ve been tired of freedom for a long time. But how could he approach an unfamiliar goddess? Without a doubt, she will smile arrogantly and proudly, And, throwing on her cloak, she will fly off into the infinity of roads... *** The night cried quietly and breathed hysterically and damply... Separated in silence, the poles of a not common fate... He didn’t know... No, he didn’t know, how she, in the twilight of the apartment, Silently, wrapped herself in a blanket of her lonely beauty... Kessler Oksana You can’t kill first, Then whisper: “I didn’t do it on purpose!..” You can’t betray all the time, Then pray: “I’ll fix it!.. Exactly!” You can’t first belittle, Then ask: “Sorry for the joke!..” You can’t run away cowardly, Saying that you “went out for a minute”!.. You can’t come back and pretend that everything remains as before... After all, Life doesn’t stand still!.. For everything!.. Always!.. Rewarded to everyone!... Put all the “impossibles” together! And look what happened... My love was strong, Now I’m sorry,... it has burned to ashes... DON’T LET ME GO....PLEASE....I ASK. COME UP WITH SOMETHING AND ASK TO STAY. LOOK, I CAN BARELY BREATHE AT THE THOUGHT OF LEADING UP. WELL, LOOK CAREFULLY INTO THE EYES, THEY ARE SCREAMING THAT I WANT TO BE WITH YOU! YOU HAVE ONLY TO SAY THE WORD, I WILL CLOS THE DOOR WITH A BLOW IN THE PAST. DO NOT LET ME GO! THERE, BEYOND THE BORDERS, A SILENT PUNISHMENT AWAITS THE EMPTINESS, AND THERE, IN THE CROWD OF SOULLESS GRAY FACES, IS AN EVEN TERRIFICER AND BITTERER EXPECTATION. AND EVERYTHING I LOVED, WHAT I LIVED FOR, BECAME COLORLESS WITHOUT YOU AND FLAWLESS. STOP ME! TELL ME THAT I WOULD BE A BEAUTIFUL REALITY AND NOT A WONDERFUL DREAM. DON'T LET ME GO, PLEASE! WELL, TAKE A STEP! SAY THAT I AM THE MOST NECESSARY EVERYONE IN THE WORLD!!! …THE WHEELS KNOCK WITH HEART PAIN TO THE BEAT, AND THE HEAD WIND WIPS THE TEARS... AUTHOR?
She was silent for ten days, He tried to forget about her. Alas and ah! - I couldn’t. Suddenly, on the eleventh day, a shadow slipped across the sky - God had mercy: A call sounded like thunder from heaven in the form of an SMS: “Hello! Well how are you?" (well, what should I answer her? Maybe it’s better to remain silent?) “Where have you been?” “Yes, you see, there’s a lot to do: work, children, busy life. Why didn’t you call?” (yeah, he said directly that he suffered and waited these days) “You know, I was busy...” So they lied with both hands, how strong their feelings were experienced again. Here, in spite of mercy, the Lord thought: “FOOLS!” and took away love...
MY RAINS The rain of my childhood from thin curtains, embroidered and decorated with tassels. He is warm, mischievous, colorful, like a serpentine, walking through puddles with bubbles. The rain of my youth, hurrying and blind, now violent, intractable, now timid, running after a cloudless dream, disbelieving in the illusory nature of the find. The rain of my maturity, now generous, now stingy, now tedious and measuredly lazy, now thirsty for meaningless peace, now crying over an ungrown field. The rain of my old age is still on the way... But, I think, it does not threaten a flood, and it will drizzle, not fall, on Thursday and on parental Saturdays... How I want to touch, how scary it is to touch... What if life breaks apart? Will it crack like a saucer? And if you can’t have fun unobtrusively... And your heart will suddenly learn to LOVE for real? What if you become the sun so that I can warm myself, Will you hide at the bottom of an open heart? What if I curl up in your Soul forever, Hugging you like a boy with the care of my heart? What if we don’t want to part with you? What if it all just ends before it even begins... So what? Should he throw himself into the pool, or can he dodge? I so want to touch, I’m so scared to touch... Evgenia Yukhnovich Thousands of days and sleepless nights, Pain in the depths and a smile on the outside. Phrases are like the light of a million candles: - I need you so much... - And I need you... Simple words warm you with warmth, Your voice breaks down as if you have a cold.
About time - with a smile in quotes and aphorisms
Eternity? Unit of time S.E. Lec ** We would have plenty of time if he didn't exist. S.E.Lec ** It is impossible to stop time: the watch industry will not allow this S.E.Lec ** Life takes up too much time from people. S E. Lec ** While he was working, he had no time to die, since to die also requires time V. Kaverin ** Some, not knowing what to do with their time, encroach on someone else’s. Valery Krasovsky**
Beautiful and meaningful
Contrary to the view that Einstein had of a vague, almost mysterious illusion, other thinkers gave time more meaning and defined it in very clear outlines. Such diverse views provide the most comprehensive information and reveal all the possibilities that time has; quotes help you see this.
Some people attach healing properties to this concept, saying that time heals. The author understands exactly how important it is to sometimes be patient while waiting for changes. Like a pill taken, the period passed should affect the well-being and circumstances of people if misfortune befalls them. People who expect something good from life, but for a long time do not have what they want, are guided by the same principles.
Time strengthens friendship
, but weakens love. (Jean Labruyère)
It's stupid to make plans
for life, without being master even of tomorrow. (Seneca)
Life is
a very short time between two eternities. (Carlyle Thomas)
Time passes
, that's the problem. The past grows and the future shrinks. There are fewer and fewer chances to do anything - and more and more resentment for what you didn’t manage to do. (Haruki Murakami)
The time will come,
when you think it's over. This will be the beginning. (Louis Lamour)
And whatever happens to us TOMORROW
... we have TODAY and NOW in stock!
To find out the price of the year
, ask a student who failed an exam.
To find out the price of a month, ask a mother who gave birth prematurely.
To find out the price of the week, ask the editor of the weekly magazine.
To find out the price of an hour, ask a lover waiting for his beloved.
To find out the price of a minute, ask someone who is late for the train.
To find out the value of a second, ask someone who has lost a loved one in a car accident.
To find out the value of one thousandth of a second, ask an Olympic silver medalist.
The clock hands will not stop running. Therefore, cherish every moment of your life. And appreciate today as the greatest gift that has been given to you. (Bernard Werber. Empire of Angels)
The average person thinks
how to pass the time. A smart person thinks about how to use time.
Every minute
When you get angry at someone, you lose 60 seconds of happiness that you will never get back. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
Time is like a mosquito
: It’s good to kill him with a book. (Konstantin Melikhan)
All that matters
It's not urgent. Everything that is urgent is just vanity. (Xiang Tzu)
Among the sayings there are also beautiful quotes about love. These themes have been intertwined for centuries, since there is no time limit for eternal feelings, and they cannot be limited even to a lifetime. Some love stories still remain fresh, as if we are talking about modern people and their feelings.
Is it possible to find the day, hour, year? No one has heard of this. But there are cases of wasted time, when it was wasted by those who did not value it. It is no coincidence that in the modern world there is a really functioning organization that puts minutes above money. And you can get services there under certain conditions. And time spent usefully is a good use of it, which characterizes it well.
Quotes and poems about time and life.
Life is a very short time between two eternities. Carlyle T. ** Time is the best teacher, but, unfortunately, it kills its students... Berlioz G ** Life cannot be changed in one night. But overnight you can change thoughts that will change your life forever. (c) ** You understand the meaning of life only later, but you have to live first Kierkegaard S. ** It is worth spending your life to get closer to infinity. Yonatan Vidgop ** All we have to do is decide what to do with the time we are given. J. Tolkien
** What, tell me, is not life - delving into memory, Not in its ashes, - in the gold of the sand, - So you’ll be lucky to get to the thought: Memory is the soul, time is the shell I. Lisnyanskaya ** There are dead seasons in fate - stagnation and silence, melancholy and drearyness, and then we rushed like a thief from the zone, and we were given time to rest. Igor Guberman**
Quotes from the greats
How often do quotes about time show that we do not understand its passage, its transience, its influence and its cost. Some people say that time is money. And another argues that time is priceless. And one of the greatest scientists of the Universe, Einstein, accustomed to analyzing, understanding and checking facts, suddenly announced to the whole world that what he so often used as a quantity, on which all his famous theories, which revolutionized the understanding of this world, are based, is just... an illusion! Yes Yes! Delusion, deception, fantasy and phantom! This is how reference books characterize the word “illusion.”
If Einstein knew what he was talking about, then how can this “fantasy” influence us so inexorably that people, unwillingly, begin to plan their short days and lives, scheduling minutes, hours and years? But there are other characteristics, other aphorisms about time. Not only Einstein, but philosophers from different times and cultures expressed their opinions. What these extraordinary personalities thought, and how they will help us expand this concept, will become clear from the words they said about time with meaning.
Three things never come back
: Time, Word, Opportunity. Therefore... don’t waste time, choose your words, don’t miss the opportunity. (Confucius)
Child's hour
longer than an old man's day. (Arthur Schopenhauer)
One must look at the day
like a little life. (Maksim Gorky)
Don't waste your time on a person
who doesn't want to spend it with you. (Gabriel Marquez)
True love is not like that
the one that can withstand many years of separation, and the one that can withstand many years of intimacy. (Helen Rowland)
The word "tomorrow" was invented
for indecisive people and for children. (Ivan Turgenev)
There is time to work
, and there is time to love. There is no other time left. (Coco Chanel)
Happy
They don't watch the clock. (Alexander Griboyedov)
Everything comes
in due time for those who know how to wait. (Honore de Balzac)
Time
- money. (Benjamin Franklin)
Time is sand
. Life is water. Words are the wind... Be careful with these components... So that it doesn't turn out to be dirt...
Quotes, poems and aphorisms about time and clocks
Seconds die in flocks of sixty, forming minutes Beigbeder F ** Time flies like an arrow, although the minutes creep Mendelssohn ** Nothing distorts the idea of time more than a clock. S. Fedin ** The bones of minutes crunch under the boots of a frantic day. They crackle. It’s as if brushwood is being crushed. In the oven, behind the door, there are tentacles of fire.
They jingle. Past. Like the rains. They whistle. Like sand from your hands. Tingling. Small. Like in my chest... But the day is great. And there is a main sound in it.
And if you live, you must live like Croesus. Not measured. Backhand. Not enough.
This is how we live... But suddenly it burns like a whip: The bones of minutes crunch. Irina Snegova ** I stroke time on my face - On the dial on my hand, And time is moving towards the end, And death is not far away.
But I am not embarrassed by death, the sea view disturbs me: In the square hole of the window, blue freedom trembles. I. Lisnyanskaya **
Poems about the transience of life
The present is a moment of eternity. Don’t indulge, my friend, in carelessness, Do good today, not tomorrow, Don’t forget about the transience of life!
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And Life leaves without saying goodbye. Goes away as if to nowhere! Dissolving in the heavenly haze, Drops a drop of words.
And I can’t keep up with her. I would love to return it! And maybe figure out some things, And just cross out some things.
Stop the fast train, press the stop valve and turn around! I would rewrite the story again, Perhaps choose a new Path.
BUT - Life goes away without saying goodbye. Doesn't give you a second chance! He will only smile as he leaves, And he will send you a bill for the Past.
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We live the wrong way, we meet the wrong people, we do the wrong things, our souls are not on fire, we touch on the wrong topics with our minds, we speak the wrong words to each other. We scold easily, we make peace strainedly, Wandering in our loneliness, And only about the One we really need, We learn about five minutes before death.
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In childhood, a day is like a week, In childhood, a month is like a year. But if you leave the shore, Life will go differently.
And a week, what a day will become, You look and a year - The whole year will suddenly melt away, It will fly by, flash by.
It's like someone invisible is chasing us here. Drives so that we can live Every day, every hour.
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This is what’s happening to me: Life slips through my fingers like sand. And time moves on the slope of days Faster, faster, faster...
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Again you, time, speed up your run, It would be better to trudge along, dragging your feet. It seemed like just yesterday that snow had fallen... Today March has appeared, the waters murmuring.
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Life is passing by... flying and swimming... You can’t hold it back either with kindness or force... You can’t give a bribe, you can’t cover it with cronyism... But you’re unlikely to hide anything from the “conductor”...
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Our life burns out like a candle... You won’t even have time to look back... You hold on to it for every moment, After all, we can’t go back... We waste ourselves on trifles, Forgetting that the minutes are passing, Leaving less time for us, So that we have time to say SORRY to someone... Look into your beloved eyes And feel the breath of love... You can’t put life on the brakes And you can’t turn off its consciousness... How can we not lose them, Life’s precious minutes... How can we quickly understand, We owe it to OURSELVES... and not to someone...
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Everything dies on land and in sea, But man is more severely condemned: He must know about the death sentence, Signed when he was born. But, aware of the transience of life, He lives like this - in spite of everything, As if he were counting on living for eternity And this world belongs to him.
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When I wore short pants, I wanted to grow up faster and grow a mustache, I was a naive and stupid boy, Then the hours dragged on for days. Half a life for love, half a life for a diploma, We give everything without sadness or reserve, But old age rushes at a gallop and ahead, And time, alas, does not grow in the garden. Days flash by and years fly by, And you cherish every minute, The beardless don’t know about old age, Wait, my friend, where are you running?!
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Remember - life is very short. Every minute is priceless! In those watches where the hands are made of sand, Time always flows away...
All relatives, loved ones and friends have been assigned their own deadline by harsh fate. There will be loneliness - the judge, And the word will hang empty...
There is a “now” to look into the eyes, To forgive them, to understand them is a native niche. You rush to tell them “I love you”, so as not to be late to hear the answer...
Poems about time.
To try on eternal times, To endless distances - This is all immensely difficult for us, Despite our efforts.
It’s easier if the distance is a span, If the measure of time is a minute. It's easier to live. It's harder to die for some reason.
D. Samoilov
** The wind blows and the light blows out, My heart also blows out. But don't believe me, it doesn't happen! It is us, like tobacco, that Time stuffs into a pipe and smokes it.
And smokes out of customs into the blue air of family and friends. Every hour my heart becomes more anxious, Every time it becomes more and more impossible for me to wait for my moment.
The wind blows and the speech blows out... But don’t believe me, it doesn’t happen, I’m blaming utter nonsense! This time, smoking, starts the World Migration of Souls.
I. Lisnyanskaya
Time coordinates are arbitrary. We usually say - long before. Before us. To the present day. BC. To Rome. Before Pilate. Until Golgotha. Until Noah. To the ark. Before the flood. History - all of it - long before. Living between the past and the future, all trying to look as far as possible. There is darkness behind us, and darkness before us. So we live between that darkness and this one, in the tiny space between them - we live, as if waiting for Godot. And no matter how sorry it is, oh my friend, it seems that you and I live in the world long before, my friend, long before.
Yu. Levitansky
You say time is running out. Madmen - this is what you're going through. Talmud
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Short poems and quatrains about time for children
Time flies, telling the children to grow up. The clock whispers like this: TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK!
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Tick-tock, tock-tick, Every moment is accounted for, All minutes and hours The hours will count for us.
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The clock is knocking all night. They are not silent for a minute! I ask: “Watch, wait, don’t bother me, Let me sleep some more, I don’t want to get up!” And the clock responded: “Tick-tock, Wake up, weirdo!” The night is somewhere far away, the sun is high in the sky, a glorious day awaits you, open your eyes, my friend!
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Hours and minutes will pass, They will gather together in a day. They have twenty-four hours, and the hands work wonders.
The arrow passes the first circle, - Noon comes to visit us, And she hurries again to mark hour after hour.
The arrow has passed the second circle, - Midnight came to visit us, The day passed, and the night passed, - They ran away for a day.
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There is a clock on the wall in the room. It is not hanging for decoration. And to the rhythm of knocking: tick-tock, tick-tock. Everyone is given a conventional sign. Day and night change outside the window. The dawn is wonderful. And then for a person all year round, the time has come for daytime worries.
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We go, tick-tock, we go We turn the arrows day after day, So that you don’t be late, So that you get up before everyone else! We'll call you at the right time - We'll invite you to breakfast! We go, tick-tock, we go, But we are not waiting for lazy people!
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The seconds are counting, the Dwarf has taken the lead, but he doesn’t know yet how short a second is.
Look at the clock - The hands are not here for show: They indicated for us the Second, the minute and the hour.
A second is a thin one, A minute is a long one, And a short one is an hour: This happens every time.
Sixty seconds have passed - We have approached the minute. Well, sixty minutes together will give you a whole hour.
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The squirrel was watching the minute hand, Vasily the cat, not himself, was still watching the clock. And, not believing my eyes, I thought: “And her - faster! For the third time in a row I ran through the dial! But mine doesn’t want to rush, It’s like it’s laughing at me!” Squirrel! Look, what a shame - my arrow is broken!
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I want to explain to you how to divide the day into parts. Everyone can see the time of day for themselves by looking at the clock.
In the morning the sun rises, It will dawn outside the window. It's time for us to wake up and go to kindergarten in the morning.
It’s light outside, it’s time for afternoon tea. We go for a walk, we go to play, There is a lot to do during the day!
The sun is setting, the evening is knocking on us. The whole family will return to the house and gather at the table.
The day is long over. It's completely dark outside. Night is coming. She wishes us good sleep.
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I asked the sun - What time is it now? The sun illuminated the stick, Showed it!? Those times? But then I figured it out! She stuck the stick into the ground, drew a circle around her, numbers, numbers - everything is here! The shadow of the wand instantly showed me that hour! You just need to remember - north is at twelve!
