More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
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.
“No. In this cave, you will not age a moment.” Dor looked away, ashamed. “I deserve no such gift.” “It is not a gift,” the old man said.
Sometimes, when you are not getting the love you want, giving makes you think you will.
“With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can’t appreciate what we have.”
“There is a reason God limits our days.” “Why?” “To make each one precious.”
He explained how once we began to chime the hour, we lost the ability to be satisfied. There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between sunrises was gone.
