We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.
OvidRead
Tempus edax rerum. Time the devourer of everything.
Interpretation
Time ultimately consumes all things, highlighting its powerful and inevitable nature.
The quote 'Tempus edax rerum' by Ovid speaks to the relentless passage of time and its ability to consume everything in existence. It serves as a reminder of the transient nature of life and material things, urging us to appreciate the present and recognize the inevitability of change and decay that time brings.
In practice
Reflecting on the passage of time during a graduation speech.
We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.
All things human hang by a slender thread; and that which seemed to stand strong suddenly falls and sinks in ruins.
A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man's brow.
Fas est ab hoste doceri._x000D_ One should learn even from one's enemies.
Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.
The end doesn't justify the means.
Many words and expressions which only a matter of decades ago were considered so distastefully explicit that, were they merely to be breathed in public, the perpetrator would be shunned, barred from polite society, and in extreme cases shot through the lungs, are now thought to be very healthy and proper, and their use in everyday speech and writing is evidence of a well-adjusted, relaxed and totally un****ed-up personality.
Every moment is as real as every other. Every 'now,' when you say, 'This is the real moment,' is as real as every other 'now' - and therefore all the moments are just out there. Just as every location in space is out there, I think every moment in time is out there, too.
A sound philosophy of life, I think, may be the most valuable asset for a psychiatrist to have when he is treating a patient.
All history is contemporary history.
There is a coherence in things, a stability; something... is immune from change and shines out... in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby.
Heaven offers nothing that a mercenary soul can desire.
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