Quotes About Time

You probably feel you have a measureless supply of it, but you haven't. Wasted hours destroy your life just as surely at the beginning as at the end—only at the end it becomes more obvious. Use your time while you have it, Willie, in making something of yourself.

Remember this, if you can—there is nothing, nothing more precious than time.

It was going to be a tough ten years, he thought, for men with grown sons. Warren

Tromo probavljanje života, tromo probavljanje sudbine, govorilo je nešto u njemu i vratilo ga zadovoljna u današnjicu: neka nedjelja istekne i ponikne, neka žaluzine ostanu zatvorene, iza?i ?e to na dobro.

philosophical writers after his time: nor again must his simplicity of thought and occasional quaintness be reproduced in the form of archaisms of language; and

Here are presented the results of the enquiry carried out by Herodotus of Halicarnassus. The purpose is to prevent the traces of human events from being erased by time, and to preserve the fame of the important and remarkable achievements produced by both Greeks and non-Greeks; among the matters covered is, in particular, the cause of the hostilities between Greeks and non-Greeks.

The purpose is to prevent the traces of human events from being erased by time...

Ma vie avait pris une autre tournure, le vieillissement m'ayant porté à d'autres affections, d'autres élans du coeur.

and cleared, one week with another, about ten shillings:

One who delays his work is always wrestling with ruin.

There is no more fatal fault in the reading of history, nor any illusion to which the human mind is more prone. To read the remote past in the light of the recent past; to think the process of the one towards the other inevitable; to regard the whole matter as a slow inexorable process, independent of the human will, still suits the materialist pantheism of our time.

You're only young once, they say, but doesn't it go on for a long time? More years than you can bear.

It is all very well planning what you will do in six months, what you will do in a year, but it's no good at all if you don't have a plan for tomorrow.

all good stories must have religion, royalty, sex, and mystery. She figured she'd have a good two hours to read her Harlequin, said my grandmother. Well, little Suzy walked up to her desk one minute later, said she was finished, and handed her the paper. 'That's impossible,' said the teacher, who looked down and read the story: 'My god, said the Princess, I'm pregnant, whodunit?

Heaven has appointed us dwellers on earth a time for all things.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

Come— the proof of battle is action, proof of words, debate. No time for speeches now, it's time to fight.

Men come and go as leaves year by year upon the trees. Those of autumn the wind sheds upon the ground, but when spring returns the forest buds forth with fresh vines. Even so is it with the generations of mankind, the new spring up as the old are passing away

L. 151. Chthizos, yesterday. But either the word must have a more extended signification than is usually given to it, or Homer must here have fallen into an error; for two complete nights and one day, that on which Patroclus met his death, had intervened since the visit of Ajax and

The shock of encountering an ancient author speaking in largely recognizable language can make him seem more strange, and newly strange. I would like to invite readers to experience a sense of connection to this ancient text, while also recognizing its vast distance from our own place and time. Homer is, and is not, our contemporary.

But humans cannot stay awake forever; immortal gods have set a proper time for everything that mortals do on earth.

But a man's life breath cannot come back again— no raiders in force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.

Then thus the blue-eyed maid: O full of days!

High-hearted son of Tydeus, why ask about my birth? Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.