Quotes About Time

Stop letting unnecessary thoughts feed your mind. It's nugatory. Focus on your long-time goals and maximize your 86, 400 seconds today.

What do you do when you wait too long only to be disappointed? Get on with it my mate, the clocks are ticking and they ain't goin' na pack 'emselves up.

Every moment is important, like the moment that takes away your life.

If we had the chance to live forever, life would lose its charm for something better.

Ego-less, in time, you will no longer be God-less.

Most try to fight the Truth of Time every day.

Truth is a child of Time

Time trieth truth.

Truth always lags last limping along on the arm of Time.

Over the course of time this gave us a deep respect for ideas, both our own and those of others, and an understanding that conflict through debate is a powerful means of revealing truth.

It is my feeling that Time ripens all things with Time all things are revealed Time is the father of truth.

Beauty, like truth, is relative to the time when one lives and to the individual who can grasp it. The expression of beauty is in direct ratio to the power of conception the artist has acquired.

Whatever begins will end, in time.

now i am oldolder enough to have known the worldand i am sad

Remember, today's truth could be tomorrow's absurdity.

One Life With Many Names, Childhood, Boyhood, Manhood And Old, Then? Then! All Unknown, Uncertain Destination....

Beauty is not who you are on the outside, it is the wisdom and time you gave away to save another struggling soul like you.

No one knows for sure that that tomorrow won't come, but most people assume that tomorrow will still exist as usual. This is Toba's Paradox, which means, hope overcomes doubt.

You never know when the truth will come home. You can't choose the time. The time chooses you.

When you procrastinate you become a slave to yesterday.

We all know we're one day closer to the end when we wake up in the morning. We just kid ourselves that it's not happening.

Not only were the books lost and the thoughts in the books, but what was to him, perhaps, the most searching loss of all, the hours of rumination which lifted him above himself and bore him upon their muffled and enormous wings. Not a day passed but he was reminded of some single volume, or of a series of works, whose very positions on the walls was so clearly indented in his mind.

These three sere beings at the shadowy corner waited on. Nannie was sixtynine, Keda was twenty-two, Titus was twelve days old.

This hall, where once the lovers of a bygone time paced and paused and turned one about another in forgotten measures to the sound of forgotten music, this hall was carpeted with lime-white sticks.