Quotes About Time

The English winter — ending in July, To recommence in August...

Never let a computer know you're in a hurry.

To perceive Christmas through its wrapping becomes more difficult with every year.

How many troubles have they witnessed! Troubles, — ah, but how many mercies too! Think of THESE. Troubles and mercies, — which were most in number in the ten years passed? You can count your troubles, can you count your blessings? Are you willing, in the next ten years, to make this exchange: to let the troubles of the past ten years be the measure of your mercies in the next ten years; and to let the mercies of the past ten years be the measure of your troubles in coming ten?

Do you count your birthdays thankfully?

Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed.

Changing to Daylight Saving Time on Sunday should always be followed by a national holiday on Monday.

When told the reason for Daylight Saving Time the old Indian said, "Only a white man would believe that you could cut a foot off the top of a blanket and sew it to the bottom of a blanket and have a longer blanket."

Why can't we move the clocks ahead to Friday afternoon around 4:00?

A guide to turning your clocks back in November: * Smartphone: Leave it alone to do its magic * Sundial: Move one house to the left * Oven: You'll need a Masters in Electronic Engineering, or a hammer * Car radio: Not worth it, wait six months

Daylight saving time is the practice of adjusting clocks by one hour to make it easier for people in 1918 to tend their crops.

Is Daylight Saving Time a form of time travel?

[I]s there anyone so foolish, even though he is young, as to feel absolutely sure that he will be alive when evening comes?

No one ever really dies as long as they took the time to leave us with fond memories.

May you be in heaven twenty years before the devil knows you're dead!

A headstone is just a bookmark in our unfinished lives.

Death is just — a dash between one life and the next.

Death: the longest of our long-term goals.

Death marches on — an army inexorable, its tireless soldiers obeying orders of fate.

Farewell, then, — for awhile, farewell — Pride of my heart! It cannot be that long we dwell, Thus torn apart; Time's shadows like the shuttle flee; And dark howe'er life's night may be, Beyond the grave I'll meet with thee...

Indecision becomes decision with time.

I'm on a 90-day wonder diet. Thus far, I've lost 45 days.

Leave sooner, drive slower, live longer.

...in a voice that cut like the hiss of a snake he spoke slowly and deliberately. He was all sober now; the drunkenness of brain and blood was lost, for the time, in the strength of his cold passion.