I was walking down the street one day, being pushed and shoved by people trying to beat the clock. — Chicago (Band Copy Share Image
One day ... maybe not next week .. next month or even next year, you will realize what you had and regret… — Rashida Rowe Copy Share Image
Day is pushed out by day, and each new moon hastens to its death. [Lat., Truditur dies die, Novaeque pergunt interire lunae.] — Horace Copy Share Image