Quotes About Time

You have no idea how long a year is until you're stone sober.

A junky runs on junk time. When his junk is cut off, the clock runs down and stops. All he can do is hang on and wait for non-junk time to start.

I mean when you come into the set at 7:30 in the morning and you come out of make-up and the first thing you know, the ladies start coming into our dressing rooms at 7:45.

put time on your side. Start saving early and save regularly. Live modestly and don't touch the money that's been set aside.

Ode I.11 Leucon, no one's allowed to know his fate, Not you, not me: don't ask, don't hunt for answers In tea leaves or palms. Be patient with whatever comes. This could be our last winter, it could be many More, pounding the Tuscan Sea on these rocks: Do what you must, be wise, cut your vines And forget about hope. Time goes running, even As we talk. Take the present, the future's no one's affair

So time flows slow and worthless If it keeps me from understanding What I need, what I want

The fact is prosperity has a purpose. It's to allow us to pursue "the better angels," to give us time to think and grow.

No generation can escape history.

Alas! how few look back upon their youth, Who glean not from the past the unwelcome truth That Time, of stealthy step and pinion grey, Brings no new joy like that he takes away!

Still Time, great wizard of this earth, Who holds o'er human minds such sway! Oft bids to scenes of later birth Old recollections to give way.

All love, at first, like generous wine, Ferments and frets until ?tis fine; But when ?tis settled on the lee, And from th? impurer matter free, Becomes the richer still the older, And proves the pleasanter the colder.

Inspiration is never genuine if it is known as inspiration at the time. True inspiration always steals on a person; its importance not being fully recognized for some time.

time zig-zags like a running man avoiding bullets

The clock-shop keeper holds the keys, repairs the rifts in time, its unpredictability. A wind-up world where nearly-there is good enough.

History gets reinterpreted as time goes on. Many times, the participants are lost in the retelling of the story.

This veil Of lavender and dawn Floats off Invisible, And this of purple noon Unwinds in wisdom, And this of evening Twitters, undulates, Dips, darts, And this of night Circles around me singing To the very edge and presence of the young moon-- And it brushes the tip Like lips Three times.

On we climb, keeping time To hidden goat-bells' nibbling chime, Feet in the dew of ferns we climb, Souls in a sort of winding rhyme, Up the path that turns and turns Toward the top where morning burns.

In one mingled soul reside All times and places. On a tide Of mist and azure air We journey toward that soul, through circumstance, Until at last we fully care and dare To make within ourselves divinity.

We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

Life's too short for chess.

Nothing comes ahead of its time, and nothing ever happened that didn't need to happen.

We are the fools of Time and Terror: Days Steal on us, and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.

A thousand years scarce serve to form a state; An hour may lay it in the dust.