Quotes About Time

I grow old...I grow old... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk along the beach. I have the heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think they will sing to me.

And what did not happen is as true as what did happen

Friendship should be more than biting Time can sever.

I an old man, A dull head among windy spaces.

A little life

The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree are of equal duration.

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

I have saved this afternoon for you.

Time and the bell have buried the day, The black cloud carries the sun away. Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray Clutch and cling? Chill Fingers of yew be curled Down on us? After the kingfisher's wing Has answered light to light, and is silent, the light is still At the still point of the turning world.

HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation. What might have been 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 Into the rose-garden.

I sometimes wonder if that is what Krishna meant — Among other things — or one way of putting the same thing: That the future is a faded song, a Royal Rose or a lavender spray Of wistful regret for those who are not yet here to regret, Pressed between yellow leaves of a book that has never been opened.

I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

And the blind eye creates The. empty forms between the ivory gates And smell renews the salt savour of the sandy earth This is the time of tension between dying and birth The place of solitude where three dreams cross Between blue rocks

I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, 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?

Let us go then you and I When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table.

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 a toast and tea.

Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind Cannot bear very much reality. Time past and time future What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present.

What we call the beginning is often the end And to make and end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. — T.S. Eliot, from "Little Gidding," Four Quartets . (Faber & Faber 1959) Originally published 1943.

You cannot face it steadily, but this thing is sure, That time is no healer: the patient is no longer here.

Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past, If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.

And I have seen the eternal footman hold my coat and snicker.