Quotes About Clock

In 1984, as a college freshman, I spent a fall weekend at a friend's house in suburban Chicago. His father worked for Beatrice Foods, a sponsor of the Chicago Marathon, and we watched that race from the finish line as a Welshman named Steve Jones set a new world marathon record. I was bewitched by the race and, especially, the clock.

As a kid at the World's Fair in 1965, I missed seeing the big global population clock roll over from 2,999,999,999 to 3 billion - I was really disappointed.

Jonathan Green sat in one of the leather director's chairs across from my desk and the two lesser attorneys went to the couch. Truly stayed on his feet. The videographer noticed the Pinocchio clock on the wall, then hustled around to the opposite side of my desk so that he could get both me and the clock in the frame. The Pinocchio clock has eyes that move side to side as it tocks. Photogenic. Like Green.

I looked at the Pinocchio clock, and gave it Stan Laurel. "Isn't this a fine development?" Pinocchio's eyes went from side to side, but he didn't say anything. He never does.

Finally, in 1880, the British government took the unprecedented step of legislating that all timetables in Britain must follow Greenwich. For the first time in history, a country adopted a national time and obliged its population to live according to an artificial clock rather than local ones or sunrise-to-sunset cycles.

At the end of the season of sorrows comes the time of rejoicing. Spring, like a well-oiled clock, noiselessly indicates this time.

There's a clock on the wall. Press your hand against the face and turn it very slightly to the. Left. There'll be a click to tell you it's done." "Sounds easy enough." "Yes it does," said Sanguine. "Kiss for good luck?" "Maybe later," said Gracious. "How about a handshake?" Asked Donegan.

The Humpty Dumpty statue on top of the clock topples to the ground and cracks.

The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.

A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's A clock stopped -- not the mantel's Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket! The figures hunched with pain, Then quivered out of decimals Into degreeless noon. It will not stir for doctors, This pendulum of snow; The shopman importunes it, While cool, concernless No Nods from the gilded pointers, Nods from seconds slim, Decades of arrogance between The dial life and him.

With access to professional coaching and support around the clock, patients will feel more empowered to manage their own physical wellbeing.

President Obama, he's never going to debate me on guns. His knowledge on that issue wouldn't fill a thimble, and he knows it. I would clean his clock, and he knows it.

The end is near, Moridin said. The Wheel has groaned its final rotation, the clock has lost its spring, the serpent heaves its final gasps.

The grandfather's clock in the corner of the room, I suddenly realized, wasn't getting any younger. It would drop out a tick, and the tick would land inside my head like a rock dropped in a well, and the ripples would circle out and stop, and the tick would sink down the dark. For a piece of time which was not long or short, and might not even be time, there wouldn't be anything. Then the tock would drop down the well, and the ripples would circle out and finish.

Forty-five minutes went by

the right kind of a clock. One that did not hurry the hours away but ticked them off deliberately.

Good morning, Mrs. Hudson," I called out softly, figuring that Holmes was still asleep. He often was in the mornings, as he kept odd hours—sleep was a concern of the body and of convenience, he declared, not of the clock.

We only have so much time, Mary," I remember saying. "Time will kill you – it really will.

The clock over the mantel in the beau parlor at the Milbank House ticked

But why was the room suddenly becoming so dark? It was the middle of the afternoon. With a supreme effort Giuseppe Corte, who felt himself paralyzed with a strange lethargy, looked at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed. It was 3:30. He turned his head in the other direction and saw that the shutters, in obedience to some mysterious command, were closing slowly, blocking the passage of light.

Only when the clock stops does time come to life

How much time do I have left?" I glance over at my clock. "Seven minutes." Maybe I should tack on an extra five… "Can we lie down, then?" he suggests. I shove him in the shoulder. "Peter!" "I just want to hold you for a little bit! If I was going to try to do more, I'd need more than seven minutes, trust me.

I think that time might be different for young people.

We all deal with issues of time. The first thing you do in the morning is look at the clock to see what time it is.