Quotes About Time

The old becomes deaf, but hears death. (Le vieux devient sourd, Mais entend la mort)

The present is the equilibrium of the past and the future. (Le présent, c'est l'équilibre Du passé et du futur)

The regrets are like yesterday: They announce only the future. (Les regrets sont comme hier: - Ils n'annoncent que le futur)

The remembrance of a woman is longer than a tear. (Le souvenir d'une femme - Est plus long qu'une larme.)

We die with a notice. Notice, this is our life. (Nous mourons avec un préavis. Le préavis, c'est notre vie)

A nation may lose its liberties in a day and not miss them in a century.

An author is a fool who, not content with boring those he lives with, insists on boring future generations.

Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.

"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past." "Long past?" inquired Scrooge…. "No. Your past."

The unities, sir… are a completeness—a kind of universal dove-tailedness with regard to place and time.

Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him.

Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.

I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach.

No space of regret can make amends for one life's opportunity misused

Vengeance and retribution require a long time; it is the rule.

Mr. Cruncher... always spoke of the year of our Lord as Anna Dominoes: apparently under the impression that the Christian era dated from the invention of a popular game, by a lady who had bestowed her name upon it.

So new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us!...

Scattered wits take a long time in picking up.

When they took a young man into Tellson's London house, they hid him somewhere till he was old. They kept him in a dark place, like a cheese, until he had the full Tellson flavour and blue-mould upon him. Then only was he permitted to be seen, spectacularly poring over large books, and casting his breeches and gaiters into the general weight of the establishment.

While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were in our breasts, and near our hearts, flow from us to the eternal sea.

I only know that it was, and ceased to be; and that I have written, and there I leave it.

I am not old, but my young way was never the way to age.

You talk very easily of hours, sir! How long do you suppose, sir, that an hour is to a man who is choking for want of air?

Christmas is a time in which, of all times in the year, the memory of every remediable sorrow, wrong, and trouble in the world around us, should be active with us, not less than our own experiences, for all good.