Quotes About Time

What's remarkable about old age is not that we wear out but that we last so long in the grip of gravity.

I will never be old. To me, old age is always fifteen years older than I am.

It was a once in a lifetime thing. I hate to think it but I bet it's true. It's too bad for us that our once in a lifetime happened when were too young to handle it.

If endless love was a dream, then it was a dream we all shared, even more that we all shared the dream of never dying or traveling through time, and if anything set me apart it was not my impulses but my stubbornness, my willingness to take the dream past what had been agreed upon as the reasonable limits, to declare that this dream was not a feverish trick of the mind but was an actuality at least as real as that other, thinner more unhappy illusion we call normal life.

I never think of the life I'll miss after I'm dead, or all that I missed before I was born. It's the time I'm as good as dead during this, my one and only life, that makes me tear at my hair. It seems to me that if I carefully gathered all of the time I was entirely alive I would have amassed perhaps two years of life so far...

And as the hands of the clocks clicked to eight past one, the house awoke to the sudden and definite realization that now was the time. It had waited long enough. It was time to play.

Yet all of his memories were fading like old photographs.

The years roll on and life seems like this more and more, that choices don't really exit in the way I thought they would when I was a child and expected the regal power of adulthood to provide clarity and insight.

This is life. You know the philosphers? The Present never stops. There's only the Present. You cheat life if you live in the Past.

I love you all. But it's time to say good-bye, for now. be careful with the world, or the next time we meet, it might get ugly. -Tally Youngblood

What may be done at any time will be done at no time.

O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am!

Our foe is defeated and waiting to be utterly destroyed. His present flurry of fury is actually a sign he knows his time is short.

When I get lulled and dulled into that place, it's usually because I haven't been spending unrushed time with you—gazing upon your beauty and bounty, reflecting upon your glory and grace, listening for your singing and rejoicing over me in the gospel.

Here, with whitened hair, desires failing, strength ebbing out of him, with the sun gone down and with only the serenity and the calm warning of the evening star left to him, he drank to Life, to all it had been, to what it was, to what it would be. Hurrah!

For every one of us, living in this world means waiting for our end.

here is a space again, the scone rising to the tick of two clocks. And here is love

The land of the living, sister, Is neither here nor there. We enter it and we leave it. The dead in the land of the dead Are the ones you'll be with longest.

What do we say any more to conjure the salt of our earth? So much comes and is gone that should be crystal and kept, and amicable weathers that bring up the grain of things, their tang of season and store, are all the packing we'll get.

Past and present, God's will prevails.

And found myself then thinking: if it were nowadays, This is how Death would summon Everyman.

Bear with the present; what will be will be. The future is cloth waiting to be cut.

The hall towered, its gables wide and high and awaiting a barbarous burning. That doom abided, but in time it would come

And hope and history rhyme.