The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.

Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.

The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.

You can change the direction of the hourglass at any time. You can flip it over and over again as you switch the inner restart switch repeatedly. @reenadossauthor

"Whatever fear he'd instilled in people on the streets was of no consequence inside the market, packed with ramshackle stalls and vendors and food stands, smoke drifting throughout, the tang of blood and spark of magic acrid in his nostrils. And above it all, against the far wall of the enormous space, was a towering mosaic, the tiles taken from an ancient temple in Pangera, restored and re-created here in loving detail, despite its gruesome depiction: cloaked and hooded death, the skeleton's face grinning out from the cowl, a scythe in one hand and an hourglass in the other. Above its head, words had been crafted in the Republic's most ancient language:

The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life the clearer we should see through it.

The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life the clearer we should see through it.