Quotes About Time

std::bind(setAlarm,             std::bind(std::plus<>(),                       std::bind(steady_clock::now),                       1h),             _1,             30s);

c'était moi qui souffrais de troubles du caractère, pas lui. J'étais responsable de mon temps. C'était à moi seul de décider comment je voulais l'utiliser et l'organiser.

Does it matter how long they were together that night? To lovers, an hour can last a century. But even for lovers, every hour ends.

Live bravely in the time you have and smile at the void.

Time is the only constant. For the living it never stops... For the dead it doesn't matter... And for the undead? For the undead, time is a joke to be laughed at!

Parenting isn't just about getting tasks done; it's about building relationships at the same time.

That is one of the tragedies of aging, appreciating how many good and interesting people have passed by unknown.

But in the moment, how can you turn away when Someday can suddenly be real?

Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.

It's just been a long week, that's all. It's monday night, Jess. My point exactly.

And you know, these things don't last forever.' I know, Mandy. Nothing does.' That's the spirit.

Being an author sucks, doesn't it? It's like telling a joke and nobody laughs for two years.

Sooner or later usually means too late

In the blue time, math kicked ass. -Dess

And it was pretty clear that no prince was showing up, or at least that he was really late.

The time for useful work flies fast. Why talk of being in the humor? Who hesitates will never be.

Thoughts come back; beliefs persist; facts pass by never to return.

In life like a flood, in deeds like a storm I surge to and fro, Up and down I flow! Birth and the grave An eternal wave, Turning, returning, A life ever burning; At Time's whirring loom I work and play God's living garment I weave and display.

THALES. Maybe so. Still, I'll defend a life Lived worthily in its brief time on earth. PROTEUS. A life like yours, yes—it persists Well past the bounds of mortal days. Among the crowd of pale and drifting ghosts 8620 I've noticed you these many centuries.

Few people are capable of concerning themselves with the most recent past. Either the present holds us violently captive, or we lose ourselves in the distant past and strive with might and main to recall and restore what is irrevocably lost.

Nothing higher can be accomplished by the epic poet thus interpreting his own time in order to serve the future. (Foreword by Frederick Ungar in Elective Affinities, 1962, Ungar Publishing)

These feet won't bear the woman Up the steep steps as lightheartedly They did the skipping child long years ago.

That treasure's been handled often, you forget, And the gilding's mostly rubbed away.

El diablo es viejo; envejeced, pues, para comprenderlo.