Marcel Proust on time

Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.

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