Quotes About Time

If you can train your senses to perceive the movement of the minute hand of a clock, what is to stop you for training them to 'slow down' when you look at a tree or a puddle?

What is last year's snow to me, Last year's anything? The tree Budding yearly must forget How its past arose or set

O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as time steals onwards, while none perceives Slowly she clothes herself with leaves.

You can cut down a tree with a hammer, but it takes about 30 days. If you trade the hammer for an ax, you can cut it down in about 30 minutes. The difference between 30 days and 30 minutes is skills.

somewhere within sight of the tree of poetry that is eternity wearing the green leaves of time .

However long it stays in the river the tree-trunk will never turn into a crocodile.

The roots of the aged palm tree exceed those of the young one; the old have a greater attachment to the world.

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.

The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard

Cherry trees will blossom every year; But I'll disappear for good, One of these days.

In that case, there is no time to lose. Plant it this afternoon!

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

If you believe in the soul, do not clutch at sensual sweetness before it is ripe on the slow tree of cause and effect.

time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough

He could not die when the trees were green, For he loved the time too well.

Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.

Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

Any fine morning, a power saw can fell a tree that took a thousand years to grow.

Compared with me, a tree is immortal.

If my body were a tree trunk, the rings would surely reveal the time it has had to mature.

That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year.

These trees and these old people have one thing in common - they're both going in the ground soon!

I like the way that the history of the tree shapes the tree. There's no distinction between the tree and its history. You can lose yourself in that thought.