Quotes About Passage

The vision of time is broad, but when you pass through it, time becomes a narrow door.

At the time of death we walk through a doorway and our spirit, which is very thin, slides through into another world.

Time has passed through me and become a song.

Time's flying wheel leaves little trace behind.

Time went by, which is what time does, what it is.

Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time.

Time passed: the mind rebuilds it's defenses.

The bird of time has but a little way To flutter - and the bird is on the wing.

For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.

But that's the trouble with moments—they end." ~Narrator

It's weird how I am constantly surprised by the passage of time when it's literally the most predictable thing in the Universe.

Perhaps with age came a more sedate appreciation of the passage of time.

Clocks were invented to warn us. Tick (time is passing). Tock (time has passed).

Time passes. I drift in and out. As if I cease to be, until I remember to exist again.

In our lives are special moments that live as their own, the rest is movement with the passage of time.

Human says time goes by -Time says human goes by

You can hide things from the world, but you can never hide things from time.

A single night is stuffed with minutes, but they leak out, one by one.

Here is what William Beaumont had to say about saliva: "Its legitimate and only use, in my opinion, is to lubricate the food to facilitate the passage of the bolus through the [esophagus]." Beaumont was right about some things, but he was dead wrong about spit.

I was like the Arabian who had been buried with the dead, and found a passage to life aided only by one glimmering, and seemingly ineffectual, light. I

but, oh! the weight of never-ending time—the tedious passage of the still-succeeding hours!

I was like the Arabian who had been buried with the dead, and found a passage to life aided only by one glimmering, and seemingly ineffectual, light.

Five days and the train has passed through many underworlds.

The months and days are the travelers of eternity.