Quotes About Passage

Time passes irrevocably.

Time is the best killer.

Time flames like a paraffin stove / and what burns are the minutes I live.

Time never bears such moments on his wing as when he flies too swiftly to be marked.

But in the time it takes to say now, now is already over. It's already then.

We die only once, and for such a long time.

The notion of time bothers me. You look at thirty-year-old photographs and realize how the time has passed.

The hours pass and the days and the months and the years, and the past time never returns.

I was just sort of moving through time.

How noiseless falls the foot of time!

Time. It hangs heavy for the bored, eludes the busy, flies by the for young, and runs out for the aged.

Gone! gone forever!-like a rushing wave Another year has burst upon the shore Of earthly being-and its last low tones, Wandering in broken accents in the air, Are dying to an echo.

Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past.

The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.

I knew it was my time to retire, when I saw Messi running past me.

All things pass...Perhaps the passage of time is a kind of healing, or a kind of salvation granted equally to all people.

That Time could turn up his swift sandy glass, To untell the days.

As time passes, my story fades away.

Time didn't pass; it tailgated.

La escritura: la escritura llega como el viento, está desnuda, es la tinta, es lo escrito, y pasa como nada pasa en la vida, nada, excepto eso, la vida.

L'écrit ça arrive comme le vent, c'est nu, c'est de l'encre, c'est l'écrit, et ça passe comme rien d'autre ne passe dans la vie, rien de plus, sauf elle, la vie. »

In the cool of the evening I take to the bridges over the creek. I am prying into secrets again, and taking my chances. I might see anything happen; I might see nothing but light on the water. I walk home exhilarated or becalmed, but always changed, alive. "It scatters and gathers," Heraclitus said, "it comes and goes." And I want to be in the way of its passage and cooled by its invisible breath.

Hugh's flat was on the ground floor of a red-brick pile near Baker Street. To reach the door one clattered along a black-and-white stone passage, feeling like the last pawn left at a game of chess.

Indeed, it is evident that the mere passage of time itself is destructive rather than generative [...] because change is primarily a 'passing away.' So it is only incidentally that time is the cause of things coming into being and existing.