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Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.
  -Benjamin Franklin

QUOTATION:Time in the hand is not control of time,
Nor shattered fragments of an instrument
A proof against the wind; the wind will rise,
We can only close the shutters. ATTRIBUTION:Adrienne Rich (b. 1929), U.S. poet. Storm Warnings (l. 18–21). .
Norton Introduction to Poetry, The. J. Paul Hunter, ed. (3d ed., 1986) W. W. Norton & Company. BIOGRAPHY:Columbia Encyclopedia.

QUOTATION:Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
ATTRIBUTION:T.S. (Thomas Stearns) Eliot (1888–1965), Anglo-American critic, poet. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (l. 31–34). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. BIOGRAPHY:Columbia Encyclopedia. WORKS:Eliot Collection.




Failure isn't failing at the project at hand. Failure is giving up on yourself. - Donna deVerona

I haven't failed,  I've found 10,000 ways that don't work. - Ben Franklin
LIFE,  TIME AND STRESS:
WRITINGS AND POEMS
QUOTATION: Time rushes by and yet time is frozen. Funny how we get so exact about time at the end of life and at its beginning. She died at 6:08 or 3:46, we say, or the baby was born at 4:02. But in between we slosh through huge swatches of time—weeks, months, years, decades even.
ATTRIBUTION: Helen Prejean (b. 1940), U.S. nun and activist against the death penalty. Dead Man Walking, ch. 4 (1993).

Acting as spiritual advisor to a prison inmate scheduled for execution, Prejean ruminates as the time draws near.


The Columbia World of Quotations. Copyright © 1996 Columbia University Press.

When most of us wake up each day we do not usually think about the 'fact' that another yesterday was made, never to return. Only memories of of it stay with us, but the time is past us.
POEM:
Time passes like a  a gust of wind- a bolt of lightening, a subway train???;
We don't ponder the speed as we push on each day , but focus on  the present we are in;
But like a thief,  it steals the night while we are  unaware;
To wake upon the rising sun and little do we care-
Remember this, the years go by, and the aged know too well;
" So much to learn  the 'young'  do have",  if they had theirs to tell.
For they know looking back how each year flew  and then;
If they had only  known; how more filling  life may have been 

They would have lived  as each day were their last,
But now they refect upon the ironic' could have', 'would have' been.

Ponder, reflect
Enjoy what is here, I continue to greate and build this site -it is is constant progress' Lee
QUOTATION:The morning cup of coffee has an exhiliration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce. ATTRIBUTION:Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (1809-1894), U.S. writer, physician. Over the Teacups, ch. 1 (1891). BIOGRAPHY:Columbia Encyclopedia. WORKS:Holmes, Sr. Collection.


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THE FOLLOWING IS SOMETHING I WROTE WHILE REFLECTING UPON MY FATHER'S DEATH 2 YEARS AGO, AND I FEEL IT IS RELEVANT HERE. I THOUGHT I WOULD SHARE IT WITH YOU:

Long ago and yesterday it seems-
Life was different because we were whole
the family were all here and accounted for
now my dad is gone and life has an empty spot
one that cannot be filled
To think of such a wonderful man and what he meant to us
brings a mixture of joy and tears
Although we knew he was sick and the end was near, we could not imagine life without him
And now we face life this way, and it is unique to us
It is hard to adjust- especially for my mom to whom he was
truly, the love of her life, and forever soul mate and comforter. For the rest of us, he was simply 'the best', the most wonderful, Father and Grandfather.
It makes one think about life and how quickly it passes by from under us.
Somehow we just dont notice until it is too late
We have such a short time to live our lives, and so much we can do
If only we could realize before we suffer a severe reminder like death that our time is so very limited.
To try to understand that we should make the most of it,
use it to make happier lives for ourselves and our loved ones.
Be joyful and thankful for what we have and
strive to understand what we want out of it-
As it passes like the night- and one day the dawn comes and it is stolen from us.
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