Quotes About Time

It rolls in grandeur lone-- The stream of Time; And on its shores lie strown The wrecks of every clime.

In earlier religions the spirit of the time was expressed through the individual and confirmed by miracles. In modern religions the spirit is expressed through the many and confirmed by reason.

In vain would I seek to discover Why sad and mournful am I, My thoughts without ceasing brood over A tale of the time gone by.

[Time was] an accordion, all the air squeezed out of it as you grew old.

Time is the measure of that which changes.

That's the ideal meeting...once upon a time, only once, unexpectedly, then never again.

Stop living a day at a time and stop worrying about age.

Critics are entitled to have an opinion, but how can they judge how comfortable a building is? No critic is smart enough to judge how a building will perform over time.

Time runs and flows and only our death succeeds in catching up with it. Photography is a blade which, in eternity, impales the dazzling moment.

I am a pack of nerves while waiting for the moment, and this feeling grows and grows and grows and then it explodes, it is a physical joy, a dance, space and time united. Yes, yes, yes, yes!

I don't have time every day to put on make up. I need that time to clean my rifle.

The problem of using your time well is not a problem of the mind but of the heart.

Time & Co. are, after all, the only quite honest and trustworthy publishers that we know.

Take Time by the forelock. It is also the safest part to take a serpent by.

Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.

Both place and time were changed, and I dwelt nearer to those parts of the universe and to those eras in history which had most attracted me.

As they say in geology, time never fails, there is always enough of it, so I may say, criticism never fails.

Don't spend your time in drilling soldiers, who may turn out hirelings after all, but give to undrilled peasantry a country to fight for.

Goodness, Time's rude hand defies, And winter lives when beauty dies.

Who shall contend with time,--unvanquished time, the conqueror of conquerors and lord of desolation?

When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.

When we awaken, we cannot account for the time spent. We simply don't remember. About the only evidence we have of experiences while we were asleep is when we happen to remember a dream.

As we get older we do not get any younger. Seasons return, and today I am fifty-five, And this time last year I was fifty-four, And this time next year I shall be sixty-two.

I'm not into fame. I'm not into making money, outside of financing my books. I'm not into status. My thing is basically about time - not wasting it.