Quotes About Clock

Time sure flies when you skip an hour.

instead of time defining the behaviour of a clock, the light clock essentially defines time!

Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through.

The grandfather clock was all right until Grandma fixed it. All she did was tap it and the weights dropped off. She always had that effect on gentlemen.

He was a crazy Time Lord trying to turn back the clock, to save this woman when he'd failed to save the other.

A defendant can use discovery to run out the clock on the plaintiff and to make the plaintiff run out of money.

If you had been there you would not have noticed. You would not have noticed your own stillness in this thin slice of time. But, if you had been there and you had, in some unfathomable way, recorded the stillness, taken a negative of it as the glass plate receives the light, to be developed later, you would have known, when the thought, the recollection was finally developed, that this was the moment it began. The clock ticked. The hour struck. Everything moved again. The train was late.

If you had been there you would not have noticed. You would not have noticed you own stillness in this thin slice of time. But, if you had been there and you had, in some unfathomable way, recorded the stillness, taken a negative of it as the glass plate receives the light, to be developed later, you would have known, when the thought, the recollection was finally developed, that this was the moment it began. The clock ticked. The hour struck. Everything moved again. The train was late.

The clock of life is wound but once, And no man has the power To tell just when the hands will stop At late or early hour. To lose one's wealth is sad indeed, To lose one's health is more, To lose one's soul is such a loss That no man can restore. The present only is our own, So live, love, toil with a will, Place no faith in "Tomorrow," For the Clock may then be still.

I waited. After what seemed an hour, but which was only fifty-nine minutes,

two-thirty in

On the wall between the flags was a clock. It was a big old round thing framed in mahogany. Looked like it had decades of polish on it. I figured it must be the clock from whatever old station house they bulldozed to build this new place. I figured the architect had used it to give a sense of history to the new building.

A clock on the wall ticked up to a Cyrillic twelve, the top of the hour, and vodka went down in price by half. Happy hour.

The car stank like old taxis do, sweet cloying air freshener and upholstery cleaner. There were a million miles on the clock and it rode like a boat on a swell

I dare say you never even spoke to Time! Perhaps not, Alice cautiously replied; but I know I have to beat time when I listen to music. Ah! That accounts for it, said the Hatter. He won't stand a beating. Now, if only you kept on good terms with him, he'd do almost anything you like with the clock.

Life without zazen is like winding your clock without setting it. It runs perfectly well, but it dosen't tell time.

I live like a cuckoo in a clock, I'm not jealous of the forest birds. They wind me up—and I cuckoo. You know—such a fate I could only wish For someone I hate.

Would this day never end? His eye traveled to the clock at the front of the room and he fell into the pool of his favorite question.

People imagine that programming is logical, a process like fixing a clock. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Faster... Faster... it'll stop all right when the time comes...

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the washstand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor.

Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind.

Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind.        

The long evening had made its way into the barrack through the windows, creating mysteries everywhere, erasing the seam between one thing and another, lengthening out the floors and either thinning the air or putting some refinement on my ear enabling me to hear for the first time the clicking of a cheap clock from the kitchen.