Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.
There is nothing stronger than those two: patience and time, they will do it all.[Hет сильнее тех двух воинов, терпение и время; те всё сделают.]
A weird time in which we are alive. We can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets. And for what? To sit day after day, declining in morale and hope. Falling into an interminable ennui. And meanwhile, the others are busy. They are not sitting helplessly waiting.
We are always in a hurry to be happy; for when we have suffered a long time, we have great difficulty in believing in good fortune.
Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to slip through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won’t be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there – to the edge of the world. There’s something you can’t do unless you get there.