Quotes About Time

While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till it be digested, and then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.

That we must all die, we always knew; I wish I had remembered it sooner.

Life is not long, and too much of it must not pass in idle deliberation how it shall be spent.

A wise man will make haste to forgive, because he knows the true value of time, and will not suffer it to pass away in unnecessary pain.

Money and time are the heaviest burdens of life . . . the unhappiest of all mortals are those who have more of either than they know how to use.

The greatest part of a writer's time is spent in reading in order to write.

God himself, sir, doesn't propose to judge man until the end of his days. (So why should you and I? ~ this latter part is added by Napoleon Hill)

Distance has the same effect on the mind as on the eye, and while we glide along the stream of time, whatever we leave behind us is always lessening, and that which we approach increasing in magnitude.

Whatever is formed for long duration arrives slowly to its maturity.

How gloomy would be these mansions of the dead to him who did not know that he shall never die; that what now acts shall continue its agency, and what now thinks shall think on for ever. Those that lie here stretched before us, the wise and the powerful of ancient times, warn us to remember the shortness of our present state; they were, perhaps, snatched away while they were busy, like us, in the choice of life.

The greatest part of a writer's time is spent in reading, in order to write. A man will turn over half a library to make a book.

To me,' said the Princess, 'the choice of life is become less important; I hope hereafter to think only on the choice of eternity.

He that would pass the latter part of life with honour and decency, must, when he is young, consider that he shall one day be old; and remember, when he is old, that he has once been young.

Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o'clock is a scoundrel.

He that lives today as he lived yesterday, and expects that, as the present day is, such will be the morrow, easily conceives time as running in a circle and returning to itself. The uncertainty of our duration is impressed commonly by dissimilitude of condition; it is only by finding life changeable that we are reminded of its shortness.

So much are the modes of excellence settled by time and place, that men may be heard boasting in one street of that which they would anxiously conceal in another.

When I survey my past life, I discover nothing but a barren waste of time, with disorders of the mind very near to madness.

This earl, like certain vegetables, did bud and open slowly; nature sometimes delighting to play an aftergame, as well as fortune, which had both their turns and tides in

I am not apt to run into grave declamations against the times:

I have lived to a great age: Yet to look backward to the time of my youth, when I was not a stranger to the hopes and fears that now agitate you, what a short space does it seem to be!

Masquerades, I have generally heard said, were more silly than wicked: But they are now, I am convinced, the most profligate of all diversions. Almost distracted, cousin! — You may well be so: We shall all be quite distracted — Dear, dear creature! What may she not have suffered by this time?

I never saw the approaches of death in a grown person before; and was extremely shocked. Death, to one in health, is a very terrible thing. We pity the person for what she suffers: and we pity ourselves for what we must some time hence in like sort suffer; and so are doubly affected.

This was the bottomless panic at the lost smooth cheek of childhood, at no longer being young.

And life is thorny; and youth is vain