There’s time to laugh and time to play.
There’s time for everything as the years go by.
We don’t own time, time owns us and time doesn’t fail us we fail time.
We are the pieces of time’s chess game; it decides when we come and when we go.
No one can control time because time controls everything.
Hours, seconds, minutes, days and years all are faithful servants of time.
Many complain of having too little time, others complain of having too much time.
But time is indifferent to our petty naggings, for it just continues to be, to run and to go on.
“When will time stop?” when your internal clock stops ticking and the dark reaper comes singing.
"Times up you’re out of luck
For you and I will soon become that of the past."
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