Quotes About Time

God is quickly fulfilling today all that He has said in the past through His prophets, and is speaking presently through His ministers and servants. We are embarking upon the time of harvest.

We are a microwave generation serving a Crock-Pot God.

I'd rather you waste my money than waste my time.

The Scriptures declare, "… it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed" (Rom. 13:11 KJV).

The time to shift your priorities in the direction of Destiny is never convenient. There will always be a reason to put it off until later.

You and God have been locked into a timeless relationship that only paused when you were born into the earth. Eternity past and eternity future are separated only by the slender sliver of time in which you and I now exist in this lifetime on earth.

Get up rejoicing in a day that someone missed. While you slept someone gasped a final sigh and slipped from time into eternity without seeing this day. But you are still here. This is God's gift to you. From the God who cares enough to give the very best, He gave you today. Enjoy it. It is yours. There will never be another moment like this one.

Preparation is never time wasted. You cannot have great recitals, if you have poor rehearsals.

Christ has redeemed our humanity from vanity and our time from illusion.

Here we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o'clock in the morning.

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.

Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

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.

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning." ( Little Gidding )

You are the music while the music lasts.

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.

One cannot step twice into the same river

I have done my plowing:I have sown my seed.Again I have time to sit and read my books.

Do you have such periods too? Periods you wish you could go back to, because you let them pass, because you wasted them, not realizing how precious they were? Periods you threw away like—how does the line go—like pearls before swine? Periods that, if only you could turn the wheel of time back to them, you would knit and embroider forever into your being, never letting them go?

All bodies are slow in growth but rapid in decay.

If the world is a Watch, as the Deists claim, then it is evidently two minutes behind. —James Beresford, The Miseries of Human Life

Books are a form of magic—" the doctor lifted the volume he had just laid on the stack, "—because they span time and distance more surely than any spell or charm.

After all, is it not the way we humans shape the universe, shape time itself? Do we not take the raw stuff of chaos and impose a beginning, middle, and end on it, like the simplest and most profound of folktales, to reflect the shapes of our own tiny lives? And if the physicists are right, that the physical world changes as it is observed, and we are its only known observers, then might we not be bending the entire chaotic universe, the eternal, ever-active Now, to fit that familiar form?

I think of the past and the future as well as the present to determine where I am, and I move on while thinking of these things.