Quotes About Time

All time is unreedemable.

And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And a hundred visions and revisions

Our emotions Are only "incidents" In the effort to keep day and night together.

Gentile or Jew O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

That corpse you planted last year in your garden, 'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?

Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place...

And indeed there will be time To wonder, Do I dare? and, Do I dare? Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— (They will say: How his hair is growing thin!) My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin— (They will say: But how his arms and legs are thin!) Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse

What might have been and and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened...

I sat upon the shore Fishing, with the arid plain behind me Shall I at least set my lands in order? London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina Quando fiam ceu chelidon—O swallow swallow

Time present and time past / are both perhaps present in time future.

No place of grace for those who avoid the face No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the voice

life is long between the desire and the spasm.

And the end and the beginning where always there, before the beginning and after the end.

I've been born, and once is enough.

And the end and the beginning were always there Before the beginning and after the end. And all is always now.

This form, this face, this life living to live in a world of time beyond me; let me resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken, the awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships.

Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow

What day is the day that we know that we hope for or fear for? Every day is the day we should fear from or hope from. One moment Weighs like another. Only in retrospection, selection, We say, that was the day. The critical moment That is always now, and here.

In my beginning is my end.

Sovegna vos. Here are the years that walk between, bearing Away the fiddles and the flutes, restoring One who moves in the time between sleep and waking, wearing White light folded, sheathed about her, folded. The new years walk, restoring Through a bright cloud of tears, the years, restoring With a new verse the ancient rhyme. Redeem The time. Redeem The unread vision in the higher dream While jewelled unicorns draw by the gilded hearse.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume?

I have seen the eternal Footman snicker hold my coat, and snicker. And in short I was afraid...

Words move, music moves Only in time; but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach Into the silence … Words, strain, Crack, and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still.

The world revolves like ancient women, gathering fuel in vacant lots.