Life moves very fast. It rushes from Heaven to Hell in a matter of seconds.

— Paulo Coelho

Unlike clocks, hours have no reverse motion..

— Anonymous

Today is an ephemeral ghost...A strange amazing day that comes only once every four years. For the rest of the time it does not 'exist.'In mundane terms, it marks a 'leap' in time, when the calendar is adjusted to make up for extra seconds accumulated over the preceding three years due to the rotation of the earth. A day of temporal tune up!But this day holds another secret—it contains one of those truly rare moments of delightful transience and light uncertainty that only exist on the razor edge of things, along a buzzing plane of quantum probability...A day of unlocked potential.Will you or won't you? Should you or shouldn't.

— Vera Nazarian

You can't know what an experience will mean to future-you until you are future-you. You need millions of seconds of perspective, which ultimately, only time can buy.

— John Green

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.

— Kamand Kojouri

Those minute seconds, flip minutes into hours; hours turn into days, weeks, years, and all these happen in a fraction of a life; placed meagerly, amid this endless Universe.

— Aniruddha Sastikar

First comes the day, then the seconds of the event, then the days which become weeks, then the months, then the years.

— Deyth Banger

There are 31.536.000 seconds in a year. I am counting down every second.

— Ljupka Cvetanova

A little time can help you to make a great impact, therefore you should never despise few minutes. Do it till it's done and done well!

— Israelmore Ayivor

In moments such as these, it’s the minor seconds that count. Seconds that can make or break you. Seconds that can save your life.

— Rebecca A. Rogers