Quotes About Time

Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment.

Time past and time future Allow but a little consciousness. To be conscious is not to be in time But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden, The moment in the arbour where the rain beat, The moment in the draughty church at smokefall Be remembered; involved with past and future. Only through time time is conquered.

LAVINIA: Oh Edward! The point is, that since I've been away I see that I've taken you much too seriously. And now I can see how absurd you are. EDWARD: That is a very serious conclusion to have arrived at in...how many?...thirty-two hours.

His soul stretched tight across the skies That fade behind a city block, Or trampled by insistent feet At four and five and six o'clock;

Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place And what is actual is only for one time And only for one place I rejoice that things are as they are and I renounce the blessed face And renounce the voice Because I cannot hope to turn again Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something Upon which to rejoice

We are the music while the music lasts.

In May, anything seemed possible. If only I could learn to harness time itself. To make every month like May! Or, perhaps, to live backward in time, so that whenever the end of the month arrived, I could turn May right around and live it all over again.

Each day is God's gift to you. What you do with it is your gift to Him.

Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.

And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor - And this, and so much more? -

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards, Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

In my end is my beginning.

He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience.

If time and space, as sages say, Are things which cannot be, The sun which does not feel decay No greater is than we. So why, Love, should we ever pray To live a century? The butterfly that lives a day Has lived eternity.

Someone said, 'The dead writers are remote from us because we know so much more than they did.' Precisely, and they are that which we know.

Only through time time is conquered

time past and time future what might have been and what has been point to one end, which is always present.

Where is the Life we lost in living?

The historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence

And indeed there will be time for the yellow smoke that slides along the street rubbing its back upon the window-panes; there will be time , there will be time to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; there will be time to murder and create, and time for all the works and days of hands that lift and drop a question on your plate; time for you and time for me, and time yet for a hundred indecisions, and for a hundred visions and revisions, before the taking of toast and tea.

Words move, music moves Only in time; but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern, Can words or music reach The stillness...

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky

Because I know that time is time and place is always and only place and what is actual is actual only for one time and only for one place, I rejoice that things are as they are and I renounce the blessed faces and renounce the voice because I cannot hope to turn again.

The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying.