{"quotes":[{"text":"Inconstancy of every second punishes me.The wind, the rain, the clouds, the days,I try to grasp the hours but they banish me,And I remain in the vortex of incongruity.The lone coyote shrieks,Startling my soul into wakefulness.The Cacti bloom and the Wren beckons,Deepening my mind into dreamlessness.And the moments spend time with inconstancy,increasing the ease of uneasiness.Why this daily pilgrimage of ideas?When no saint has ever ceased the day!Still yearning for some magic hour,Where nothing but permanence dwells.Alas, only this thought be the only truth,That certainty in death is constant.And so, in every second, minute, hour,our only gain is memory.Be it bitter or sweet:it is ours!Rejoice.","author":"Ansul Noor","tags":["ansul-noor","hours","memory","our-only-gain","poetry","soul-fire"],"id":37358,"author_id":"Ansul+Noor"},{"text":"Unlike clocks, hours have no reverse motion..","author":"Anonymous","tags":["clock","clocks","endless","hour","hours","infinity","lost","minutes","motion","no-return","reverse","seconds","time","timeless","universe"],"id":45063,"author_id":"Anonymous"},{"text":"It was only literally hours after the wedding when he felt he didn't have to keep up the facade.","author":"Trisha Goddard","tags":["up","hours","keep "],"id":57630,"author_id":"Trisha+Goddard"},{"text":"Our churches are full of people during work hours, morning, noon, evening, praying instead of being in the factories, libraries, laboratories, facilitating economic growth.","author":"Sunday Adelaja","tags":["are","being","churches","during","economic","evening","facilitating","factories","full","growth","hours","instead","laboratories","libaries","morning","noon","our","people","praying","work"],"id":59123,"author_id":"Sunday+Adelaja"},{"text":"I'm two days away from day after tomorrowCounting the hours to my upcoming sorrow Suddenly I lookinto the eyes of my childThen all sadness goneas I smile the way she smiled.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["away","child","counting","daughter","days","eyes","happiness","hours","kid","love","love","mother","motherhood","mothers-and-daughters","parenthood","parents","poems-on-life","poetry","poetry","smile","smile","sorrow","suddenly","tomorrow"],"id":67448,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"Swift speedy time, feathered with flying hours, Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.","author":"Philip Stanhope","tags":["beauty","flying","hours "],"id":80655,"author_id":"Philip+Stanhope"},{"text":"He tried to measure his day by tallying the hours on his wrist.I wiped it off and called him a prisoner.He placed the hours on a scalewith hours from former days to compare.I took a hammer and broke it all.He bent down and picked up the shards of minutes firstthen swept the seconds.I told him he’d missed a spot;there were some sparkling specks left.'What are they?' he asked.'Those are moments,' I said.'What are they made of?' he asked.They are times, I thought, when you win a raceor win a heart.They are times when you give birth or lay something, someone to rest.When you wake up in the morning with a smile because anything is possible.When someone compliments the thing you hate most about yourself.Times when you are embarrassed.Times when you are hurtful.Times when you relish in a hearty meal.Times when you service others and are content with a well-spent day.'What are they made of?' he asked again.'They are made up of times when we are fully present.'I picked up one of the specks with the tipof my finger.'Do you remember this?' I asked.'Of course,' he said, 'I was whistling in the kitchen that morning.''Why?' I asked.'Because of the knowledge that I was loved.","author":"Kamand Kojouri","tags":["birth","broke","compare","compliment","content","cute","day","embarrass","former","hammer","heart","hours","hurtful","inspiration","kamand","kamand-kojouri","kojouri","lesson","love","love-poem","loving","meal","measure","minutes","moments","morning","place","possible","present","prisoner","prose","quote","race","scale","seconds","service","speck","spot","tally","times","whistle","win","wipe","wisdom","wrist"],"id":81048,"author_id":"Kamand+Kojouri"},{"text":"Ehe, 24 hours have gone from my father dead. It was yesterday, he suicided yesteday in the morning. Even and more than 24 hours!","author":"Deyth Banger","tags":["24","dead","ehe","father","hours"],"id":91191,"author_id":"Deyth+Banger"},{"text":"You can learn things from a heart so bleedingWhen love bargains with deceitful pleading Hours soar from dawn to dawn splitting your time Don’t hear melody from a soundless chime.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["bargain","bleeding","bleeding-heart","chime","chimes","dark","dawn","deceit","deceitful","heart","heartache","hours","hours-of-work","learn","lies","love","love","melody","pleading","soar","soundless","splitting","time"],"id":98270,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"Keep your handkerchief neat, and then you can be trusted with a bigger clothe. If you can’t manage few minutes, you are likely to waste 24 hours no matter how many times it’s given to you!","author":"Israelmore Ayivor","tags":["24","24-hours","big","bigger","brand","clean","cloth","clothe","days","excuses","faithful","food-for-thought","handkerchief","hours","israelmore-ayivor","large","largers","little-things","manage","management","minutes","mistrust","neat","personal-branding","procrastination","small-things","start-small","trust","waste"],"id":104662,"author_id":"Israelmore+Ayivor"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":42,"pages":5,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}