Quotes About Time

We think velocity is new, change is new, and this vast tumult and wave of fear is new. And we are wrong. There has never been firm ground for our lives and our only balm has been a forgetfulness of the changes we have endured.

I don't know what to make of myself. A lot of the time, despite my deepest hungers and best efforts, I see blackness. But I am planting a young oak tree. I really am. It'll be here centuries after I'm gone. Assuming I choose to leave.

If you could refresh my recollection on that matter I might be able to recall what you want me to recall, but at this particular time I do not recall the particulars of that particular matter.

impatient. I had to do things the Army's way: hurry up and wait.

I went to work for the union around the time all this was going on, right after Jimmy got the president's job. After the wiretap trial everybody was saying they didn't make a parachute big enough to save Bobby Kennedy's ass when he jumped off the Capitol.

There is no standard by which time can be measured, but the succession of our thoughts, and the changes that take place in the external world.

Six years of uninterrupted happiness had rolled away, since my brother's marriage. The sound of war had been heard, affording objects of comparison.

there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late

I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

To make pleasures pleasant, shorten them.

A new Christian cannot be called spiritual, simply because he has not had sufficient time to grow and develop in Christian knowledge and experience.

A Christian of longer standing may not be spiritual, not because he has had insufficient time but because during the years of his Christian life he has not allowed the Holy Spirit to control him.

That word maturity seems to hold the key to the concept of spirituality, for Christian maturity is the growth which the Holy Spirit produces over a period of time in the believer.

While this may simply be another way of saying that spirituality is Christian maturity, it tries to delineate more openly the factors of Spirit-control over a period of time.

A dispensation is a period of time during which man is tested in respect of obedience to some specific revelation of the will of God.

Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it, and, like the flash of lightning, at once exists and expires.

The greatest friend of Truth is time, her greatest enemy is Prejudice, and her constant companion Humility.

Time, the cradle of hope.... Wisdom walks before it, opportunity with it, and repentance behind it: he that has made it his friend will have little to fear from his enemies, but he that has made it his enemy will have little to hope from his friends.

He that is good, will infallibly become better, and he that is bad, will as certainly become worse; for vice, virtue and time are three things that never stand still.

That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time.

The excess of our youth are checks written against our age and they are payable with interest thirty years later.

The greatest friend of truth is Time, her greatest enemy is Prejudice, and her constant companion is Humility.

Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console.

Much may be done in those little shreds and patches of time which every day produces, and which most men throw away.