Quotes About Time

We cannot hope to live so long in our names, as some have done in their persons, one face of Janus holds no proportion unto the other. 'Tis too late to be ambitious. The great mutations of the world are acted, or time may be too short for our designes...We whose generations are ordained in this setting part of time, are providentially taken off from such imaginations.

The reader will, we apprehend, by this time have had enough of absurdities.

Interstate commerce grew so rapidly that hundreds of local clock conventions had to be replaced by a national system of standardized time in 1883.

This was why sudden death was so feared: it did not give you time to put your spiritual house in order. You might have meant to repent but hadn't quite got round to it. Too bad. Down you go. All the way.

Since time is no longer cyclical but one-way and irreversible, personal history is now possible and an individual life can have value.

There was silence deep as death,And the boldest held his breath,For a time.

My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love,And though the sager sort our deeds reprove,Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps do diveInto their west, and straight again revive,But soon as once set is our little light,Then must we sleep one ever-during night.

The summer hath his joys,And winter his delights;Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,They shorten tedious nights.

He that loves a rosy cheek,Or a coral lip admires,Or, from starlike eyes, doth seekFuel to maintain his fires;As old Time makes these decay,So his flames must waste away.

Ask me no more where Jove bestows,When June is past, the fading rose;For in your beauty's orient deepThese flowers, as in their causes, sleep.

There are good and bad times, but our mood changes more often than our fortune.

History is a mighty dramos, enacted upon the theatre of times, with suns for lamps and eternity for a background.

History is a great dust heap.

So here hath been dawningAnother blue Day:Think wilt thou let itSlip useless away.

The Age of Miracles is forever here!

[W]hat mountains of dead ashes, wreck and burnt bones, does assiduous pedantry dig up from the past time and name it History.

In a certain sense all men are historians.

Silence is as deep as eternity, speech a shallow as time.

Silence is as deep as eternity; speech, shallow as time.

As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden—"Speech is silvern, Silence is golden"; or, as I might rather express it, speech is of time, silence is of eternity.

It were a real increase of human happiness, could all young men from the age of nineteen be covered under barrels, or rendered otherwise invisible and there left to follow their lawful studies and callings, till they emerged, sadder and wiser, at the age of twenty-five.

The illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean-tide, on which we and all the universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not....

Under all speech that is good for anything there lies a silence that is better. Silence is deep as Eternity speech is shallow as Time.

One life - a little gleam of Time between two Eternities.