With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can’t appreciate what we have

Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left? He would not wither. He would not be ashamed of dying.

Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.

It's such a shame to waste time. We always think we have so much of it.

One day spent with someone you love can change everything.

No life is a waste. The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.