Quotes About Passage

Woman, your heart is a mapless maze. Could I bottle confusion and drink it a thousand years, I could not confound myself so much as you do between waking and breakfast. You are grown so devious that serpents would applaud your passage, would the gods but give them hands.

Time passes and human greed outlasts even the eternal.

We know that we have passed out of death into life, because we love the brothers. Whoever does not love abides in death. Everyone who hates his brother is a murderer, and you know that no murderer has eternal life abiding in him. (1 John 3:14–15)

Time steals away without any inconvenience.

We only have so much time.... Time will kill you – it really will.

You can count on time for two things. One is that it will pass. The other is that it will never shut up.

Hundreds of passages point to a time of judgment for every person who has ever lived-none will escape. If you took all the references to judgment out of the Bible, you would have little Bible left.

Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently,-as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!

Time,- that black and narrow isthmus between two eternities.

We say that time passes, time goes by, and time flows. Those are metaphors. We also think of time as a medium in which we exist.

I make film to make time pass.

A year's a long time, but it also flickers past in no time at all.

Time passed so much more slowly than space.

In retirement, the passage of time seems accelerated. Nothing warns us of its flight. It is a wave which never murmurs, because there is no obstacle to its flow.

When you stack up all the years we are allowed against all there is to read, time is very short indeed.

See the minutes, how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.

O time! swift devourer of all created things!

If you want to know how fast the time is, here is the answer: Tomorrow is already a history!

I could look in everyone's faces and see them reflecting on how much time has passed and all the things we went through.

And then it went, and time passed properly once more, every second following every other second just like they're meant to.

I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.

So must one be resigned to being a clock that measures the passage of time, now out of order, now repaired, and whose mechanism generates despair and love as soon as its maker sets it going?

An initiation is a symbolic death and rebirth, a rite of passage that transforms each person who experiences it.

Incontrarsi e separarsi è il movimento unico e necessario con cui si traccia il nostro passaggio nel vuoto.