Emily Dickinson on time

Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul⁠—and sings the tunes without the words⁠—and never stops at all.

A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.

How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

Dr. Seuss1904–1991

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

Henry van Dyke1852–1933Time Is

• Love

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.

Gautama Buddha501–501 BC