Quotes About Time

Perhaps this sort of thing drove Oscar Wilde to reflect, 'Death must be so beautiful; to have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace.' There was a great deal to become yet for all that had been my undoing. ––

This is at the heart of the professional pilot's eternal conflict," writes Wilkinson in a comment to the November Oscar case. "Into one ear the airlines lecture, "Never break regulations. Never take a chance. Never ignore written procedures. Never compromise safety." Yet in the other they whisper, "Don't cost us time. Don't waste our money. Get your passengers to their destination—don't find reasons why you can't.

Remember the time to relax is when you don't have time to relax.

History passes the final judgment.

I wouldn't change a single thing, because one change alters every moment that follows it.

my mother chose to teach me that sometimes gratification has to be delayed.

We all begin to die from the moment we are born. Some do it faster than others. All we can do is enjoy our lives.

Nothing lasts forever.

It moves at its own measured pace, for it has no reason to hurry. Tomorrow will come in its own good time.

You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.

I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.

One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.

I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.

most delightful time in the most beautiful country in the company of Tonantius Ferreolus (the elder) and Apollinaris, the most charming hosts in the world

One look at an email can rob you of 15 minutes of focus. One call on your cell phone, one tweet, one instant message can destroy your schedule, forcing you to move meetings, or blow off really important things, like love, and friendship.

The fact is that five years ago I was, as near as possible, a different person to what I am tonight. I, as I am now, didn't exist at all. Will the same thing happen in the next five years? I hope so.

If I ever thought of myself as a man of thirty-five it was a visualization of dreary decrepitude.

Sitting here I glance over my right shoulder at the little row of books, red and green and blue, which stand waiting for my hand, offering their accumulated riches. I think of the years that may be in store for me, and of all the pages I may turn.

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they stand, Each with his feuds, and jealousies, and sorrows.

Winged lovely moments, can I call you home?

One day the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.

If youth knew if age could.

In general people experience their present naively, as it were, without being able to form an estimate of its contents; they have first to put themselves at a distance from it — the present, that is to say, must have become the past — before it can yield points of vantage from which to judge the future.

You can't hurry love, as the song goes. You can't hurry grief either.