Quotes About Time

Lee was tough as hickory, but the tree was old.

A Christian man ponders eternity for decades, only to find it's fifteen minutes long.

The sum of wisdom is that time is never lost that is devoted to work.

Those who live to the future must always appear selfish to those who live to the present.

Manners require time, as nothing is more vulgar than haste.

All diseases run into one, old age.

Time is indeed the theater and seat of illusions; nothing is so ductile and elastic. The mind stretches an hour to a century, and dwarfs an age to an hour.

Keep cool: it will be all one a hundred years hence.

A day is a more magnificent cloth than any muslin, the mechanism that makes it is infinitely cunninger, and you shall not conceal the sleezy, fraudulent, rotten hours you have slipped into the piece, nor fear that any honest thread, or straighter ste.

For every minute you are angry, you lose 60 seconds of happiness. Do not go where the path may lead; go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

Friendship should be surrounded with ceremonies and respects, and not crushed into corners. Friendship requires more time than poor busy men can usually command.

For the world was built in order Around the atoms march in tune; Rhyme the pipe, and Time the warder, The sun obeys them, and the moon.

Look out into the July night, and see the broad belt of silver flame which flashes up the half of heaven, fresh and delicate as the bonfires of the meadow-flies. Yet the powers of numbers cannot compute its enormous age,—lasting as space and time,—embosomed in time and space.

I wish that life should not be cheap, but sacred. I wish the days to be as centuries, loaded, fragrant.

Life be not so short but that there is always time for courtesy.

We cannot overstate our debt to the Past, but the moment has the supreme claim.

Life is short but there is always time for courtesy.

With most men, scarce a link of memory holds yesterday and to-day together.

Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.

Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,And marching single in an endless file,Bring diadems and fagots in their hands.

For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind.

Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know.

Nature abhors the old, and old age seems the only disease; all others run into this one.

Never read any book that is not a year old.