Quotes About Time

Old men, when they scorne young, make much of death. [Old men, when they scorn young, make much of death.]

She was no stranger to waiting, after all. Her man had always made her wait.

A man is more than one being in his life. If the last persists, why not the first? If there be a hereafter for his age, why not for his youth?

The age, you know. A man can be wiser and wiser, and a woman is older and older.

Old man! 'Tis not difficult to die.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.

A man of sense may be in haste, but can never be in a hurry.

How cruel it must be for a man to live past his soul.

Youth, ah, Youth! all men's desire and sorrow.

Why shouldn't man be as angry about not having always been alive as about having to stop being alive?

In man's life, time is but a moment; being, a flux; sense is dim; the material frame corruptible; soul, an eddy of breath; fortune a thing inscrutable, and fame precarious.

Though thou be destined to live three thousand years and as many myriads besides, yet remember that no man loseth other life than that which he liveth, nor liveth other than that which he loseth.

Remember that the sole life which a man can lose is that which he is living at the moment.

The longest-lived and the shortest-lived man, when they come to die, lose one and the same thing.

King Solomon, who supposedly was the wisest of all men, described his youth as his winter and his advanced years as his summer. We can be older than we used to be yet feel much younger than we are.

The old man always said we should attend to the things we have some hope of understanding, and eternity isn't one of them. Well, this world isn't one either.

Nothing is so ignorant as a man's left hand, except a lady's watch.

No man is quick enough to enjoy life.

Yeah, I just finished a novel. Man those things take forever to read.

There is nothing for the modern man or woman to fear about most cases of cancer. Nothing except delay.

An old man drinks tea and reads the newspaper--forgetting age for a moment.

Man is a machine of remembrance; all we do is to remember things because life flies fast like a swallow; reality immediately disappears!

We are living in the World of Snails! Man is extremely slow! Whoever has a limited life, he has no right to be slow! Things must be done quickly! Slowness belongs to the immortals!

Without continuity, men would become like flies in summer.