Quotes About Time

Age 29. Women. — It sometimes happens, that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before; and, generally speaking, if there has been neither ill health nor anxiety, it is a time of life at which scarcely any charm is lost.

It takes me five minutes to walk to the pub but twenty minutes to walk home. The difference is staggering.

The only good thing about punctuality is that it usually gets you an apology.

Alas, Art is long, and Life short!

August is one of the hottest months of the northern year, so hold your breath and see that the fan is in order. It is also one of the longest months, and sometimes it seems even longer.

There are two times of year: autumn and waiting for autumn.

Autumn is Spring turned antique.

in the wheel of Earth's years we watch as Autumn's clock tick-tocks in tiny goldenrod September petal'd seconds frosty trees bleed scarlet hours through veins of October leaves amber minutes wither and fall drifting in November's breeze and the silent strike of midwinter turns December's snowflake gears

Autumn will come whether or not you enjoyed summer.

We want it to stay, but autumn always leaves. Beautifully.

If you wait long enough, it will be good weather.

You can measure time in days, weeks, months, or beards.

Life is too short to sleep on low thread-count sheets.

But probably 2,000 years hence many beliefs of the wise of our day will have come to seem equally foolish. Man is a credulous animal, and must believe something; in the absence of good grounds for belief, he will be satisfied with bad ones.

Birds sing sweetly, but someone awakened by them at 5 A.M. of a summer morning might dispute the adverb.

It's never too late to become what you want to be. Unless you want to be younger.

A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip.

Often have I reckoned up on my birthday the increasing years — the feathers in the broad wing of time — and thought upon the sounding flights of youth...

A precious – mouldering pleasure – 'tis – To meet an Antique Book – In just the Dress his Century wore – A privilege – I think – His venerable Hand to take – And warming in our own – A passage back – or two – to make – To Times when he – was young... His presence is enchantment – You beg him not to go – Old Volumes shake their Vellum Heads And tantalize – just so –

I love sleep because it's like a time machine to breakfast.

Collect moments, not things.

Worry is wasting today's time cluttering up tomorrow's opportunities with yesterday's troubles.

Forever: Time it takes to brew the first pot of coffee in the morning.

There's something about cold mornings and hot coffee that brings Time to a crawl, until our mugs are empty, then it lightning-bolts off into the waiting day.