Quotes About Time

To die outside a rejecting society, but with men one loved, seemed a fitting end in a time of apocalypse.

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial.

We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives, Who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the best.

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; in feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives who thinks most--feels the noblest--acts the best.

You had to make your choice between survival and efficiency, though in the long run survival was optimum efficiency, no matter how much time and effort it took.

that's the thing about urgent paperwork: the longer you leave it the less urgent it becomes.

Ali sada brzam. Pri?e imaju po?etak, trebale bi ?ak imati i sredinu, ali nikad nisam siguran imaju li pri?e kao što je ova doista i kraj; barem ga ne?e biti dok se god osje?am ovako zbog žene koju nisam Vidio, niti dodirnuo, niti govorio s njom ve? tisu?u godina.

She walked toward me, her high heels perforating the polished wooden air of the Richmond's quiet basement like the slow beat of a tall clock.

Perhaps being old is having lighted roomsInside your head, and people in them, acting.People you know, yet can't quite name.

Never such innocence again.

I wouldn't mind seeing China if I could come back the same day.

The first day after a death, the new absence Is always the same; we should be careful Of each other, we should be kind While there is still time. From "The Mower

The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow Loosely as cannon-smoke... Is a reminder of the strength and pain Of being young; that it can't come again, But is for others undiminished somewhere.

Now, helpless in the hollow of An unarmorial age, a trough Of smoke in slow suspended skeins Above their scrap of history, Only an attitude remains: Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone finality They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.

Saki says that youth is like hors d'oeuvres: you are so busy thinking of the next courses you don't notice it. When you've had them, you wish you'd had more hors d'oeuvres.

In times when nothing stood / but worsened, or grew strange / there was one constant good: / she did not change.

Never such innocence, Never before or since, As changed itself to past Without a word--the men Leaving the gardens tidy, The thousands of marriages Lasting a little while longer: Never such innocence again.

On pillow after pillow lies The wild white hair and staring eyes; Jaws stand open; necks are stretched With every tendon sharply sketched; A bearded mouth talks silently To someone no one else can see. Sixty years ago they smiled At lover, husband, first-born child. Smiles are for youth. For old age come Death's terror and delirium. - Heads in the Women's Ward

Time is the echo of an axe Within a wood.

life is first boredom, then fear. whether or not we use it, it goes, and leaves what something hidden from us chose, and age, and then the only end of age.

This is the first thing I have understood: Time is the echo of an axe within a wood.

Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone fidelity They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.

What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days? Ah, solving that question Brings the priest and the doctor In their long coats Running over the fields.

Life is slow dying.