Quotes About Time

She was married to Jack before she married my father." "Correct." "But she later divorced Jack and married my father." "Also correct." "And you all lived together?" She waved her hand in the air. "It was another time. Have a seat.

The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest

Eternity is in love with the production of time.

If you trap the moment before it's ripe,The tears of repentance you'll certainly wipe;But if once you let the ripe moment goYou can never wipe off the tears of woe.

The hours of folly are measured by the clock but of wisdom, no clock can measure.

He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.

He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.

It's true: lives do drift apart for no obvious reason. We're all busy people,we can't spend our time simply trying to stay in touch. The test of a friendship is if it can weather these inevitable gaps.

It terrifies me, the fragility of these moments in our lives.

However long your stay on this small planet lasts, and whatever happens during it, the most important thing is that-from time to time-you feel life's sweet caress.

You think it begins to diminish with time, the pain, then it comes back and hits you with a rawness and freshness you had forgotten.

In the morning on Sunday, a drum is sounded at about 8 o'clock.

One of the most difficult aspects of the neutral zone is that most people don't understand it. They expect to be able to move straight from the old to the new. But this isn't a trip from one side of the street to the other. It's a journey from one identity to another, and that kind of journey takes time.

The advantage of being married a long time was that one could argue without the necessity of the other's actual, physical presence.

We spend our lives hurrying away from the real, as though it were deadly to us. 'It must be up there somewhere on the horizon,' we think. And all the time it is in the soil, right beneath our feet.

Become aware that creation in your life occurs only in the present moment.

but the man had never learned to wait, he was permanently in a hurry. when, in april, he planted heads of mignonette or morning glory in the china pots in his living room, he would go and pull their leaves each morning to make them grow faster. with such an eccentric, the only thing to do was to obey.

From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.

I pray—for fashion's word is outAnd prayer comes round again—That I may seem, though I die old,A foolish, passionate man.

What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?

Everything that man esteemsEndures a moment or a day.Love's pleasure drives his love away,The painter's brush consumes his dreams.

Pardon, old fathers.

On limestone quarried near the spotBy his command these words are cut:Cast a cold eyeOn life, on death.Horseman, pass by!

And God stands winding His lonely horn,And time and the world are ever in flight.