I keep hoping that as time passes by, we’ll regain the ease between us, but part of me knows it’s futile. There’s no going back.
Time passes so slowly if you are unaware of it and so quickly if you are aware of it.
But time passes. Fear becomes a memory. Terror becomes routine; it loses its grip.
Because time isn't something that always proceeds at the same pace. It is we who determine how quickly time passes.
Over time, passion wanes, differences don't.
That is the way to learn the most, that when you are doing something with such enjoyment that you don't notice that the time passes.
Time passes irrevocably.
As time passes and the more advanced science becomes, the more interesting it becomes.
Experiences is just paying attention as time passes.
Time passes by like lightning. Before you know it you're struck down.