Tick For Tack Quotes

The most important thing to remember about depression is this: you do not get the time back. It is not tacked on at the end of your life to make up for the disaster years. Whatever time is eaten by a depression is gone forever. The minutes that are ticking by as you experience the illness are minutes you will not know again.

Die Uhr ist ein kleines, rundes Ding, das tick-tack sagt und das geht und geht und niemals zur Tür kommt

Someone had said that when computers really learned to play chess and played against one another, White would always win because of the first move. Like tick-tack-toe.

Längtan efter vad? Vet inte. Vet bara allt som jag inte vill. Inte det normala. Inte mamma-pappa-barn-villa-vovve (ta det inte personligt Sniff)-Volvo-tv-studielån-lån-bingolotto-9-5-jobb-meningslöshet-tick-tack-livet-går-vad vill universum -med-mig-vad-vill-jag-med-mig?

The Book Lover:- See how I have come up in the World, because of my books. I pull the covers agape, pages release their cargo and words fly like birds each with its own song. Listen, and vowels will breathe like flutes in your head, Consonants tick-tack like woodpeckers, and sibilants, sly as asps, bite the plosives that pop from our pressed lips. A picture worth a thousand words? You paint a score of trees, dark needled, stippled and stroked across your canvas: My book say ‘’forrest’’ (Feel that Pine green touch) You wash your paper with azures and turquoise, set ship after ship, sails wind-pregnant, As far as the daubed horizon: my books say ‘’armada’’. (Smell that sea-green scent) Art’s shape is their noun, its colour their objective, Its tone their adverb; my books match the grammar of landscapes. This book may say ‘Socrates’ secrets, Freud’s autopsy of actions or Heaney’s verses; Every idea dreamed by man caught, black stamped for all time, within its cardboard confines. Here the past speaks to us, as the future will, in the language of our senses. Step up book by book- In time, you will reach the stars.

But this is all over TikTok. It’s going viral on social media.” I scowl. “What the fuck is tick tack?” Wyatt snickers. “TikTok. Social media, man. Way of the future.

Hate is easy, love is hard, You may linger, time will not. The last string strums; your hours are up, The time has come to raise your cup, And bid farewell to all time bought, The countless lessons never taught, All the treasures never sought, And all the battles never fought. Tick tack, you have arrived, And no one here gets out alive.