Echoes

Lost Time is never found again.

A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.

It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a great deal of it.

Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow.

Assert your right to your own time, and gather together and save the time which up till lately has been either taken from you or filched away or has simply passed by unused.

In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

Wherever your life ends, it is all there. The utility of living consists not in the length of days, but in the use of time; a man may have lived long, and yet lived but a little. Make use of time while it is present with you. It depends upon your will, and not upon the number of days, to have a sufficient length of life. Is it possible you can imagine never to arrive at the place towards which you are continually going? and yet there is no journey but hath its end. And, if company will make it more pleasant or more easy to you, does not all the world go the self-same way?

There is a limit to the time assigned you, and if you don't use it to free yourself it will be gone and never return.

People are frugal in guarding their personal property; but as soon as it comes to squandering time they are most wasteful of the one thing in which it is right to be stingy.

The person who has lived the most is not the one who has lived the longest, but the one with the richest experiences.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

Thou oughtest in every deed and thought so to order thyself, as if thou wert to die this day.

Life is too short to waste The critic bite or cynic bark, Quarrel, or reprimand; ’Twill soon be dark; Up! mind thine own aim, and God speed the mark!

Remember that man lives only in the present, in this fleeting instant; all the rest of his life is either past and gone, or not yet revealed. Short, therefore, is man's life, and narrow is the corner of the earth wherein he dwells.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them... Whether you find satisfaction in life depends not on your tale of years, but on your will.

Even as we speak, envious time is running away from us. Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in tomorrow.

As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.

Life is a journey, not a destination.

Our bodies are perishable, wealth is not at all permanent and death is always nearby. Therefore we must immediately engage in acts of merit.

He who does not value life does not deserve it.

There is surely nothing other than the single purpose of the present moment. A man's whole life is a succession of moment after moment. If one fully understands the present moment, there will be nothing else to do, and nothing else to pursue. Live being true to the single purpose of the moment. Everyone lets the present moment slip by, then looks for it as though he thought it were somewhere else.

If a man take no thought about what is distant, he will find sorrow near at hand.

The fashion of this world passeth away and I would fain occupy myself with the things that are abiding.

Nothing, Lucilius, is ours, except time. We were entrusted by nature with the ownership of this single thing, so fleeting and slippery that anyone who will can oust us from possession.