If I could, I would stop the passage of time. But hour follows on hour, minute on minute, each second robbing me of a morsel of myself for the nothing of tomorrow. I shall never experience this moment again.

Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.

I suppose in the end the whole of life becomes an act of letting go. But what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.

Little by little it ebbs, this life,
if by any chance I am still alive;
my brief time passes before my eyes.
I mourn the past in whatever I say;
as each day passes, step by step
my youth deserts me—what persists is pain.

looks like it’s time to walk away looks like my moment here is done your heart is broken in too many pieces and I’m not fighting for crumbs

Time gnaws and wears away; it separates; it flies. And by virtue of separation — by separating man from his pain or from the object of his pain — time cures.

If we lose the present moment, we lose life.

Chaque instant de la vie est un pas vers la mort.

Each instant of life is a step toward death.

"But time did not stand still, and now we scarcely love each other." I am thinking,' you said, 'that this moment will never come again. I am thinking that you are going to change, to die, and go away. I am thinking so truly, so hotly, how precious these moments are, how precious you are, you who will never again be just what you are now, This is the wound — time, which passes and changes us. To grow old, to think differently, to die.

Oh pain! Oh pain! Time eats life.

Moments are born and moments die. For new experiences to come to life, old ones need to wither away.

every second I spend sitting around feeling distant from my true desires, avoiding the world and being afraid to engage it, is a second that I’m forfeiting the biggest gift of all: my time here in this life.

Every moment waited is a moment wasted, and each wasted moment degrades your clarity of purpose.