Quotes About Time

The only thing wrong with doing nothing is that you never know when you're finished.

Happy is he who still loves something that he loved in the nursery: he has not been broken in two by time; he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul but his life.

The twilight is the morning of his day, While sleep drops seaward from the fading shore, With purpling sail and dip of silver oar, He cheers the shadowed time with roundelay, Until the dark east softens into gray...

This meeting could have been an e-mail.

How softly runs the afternoon Beneath the billowy clouds of June!

June, thy beauty is a snare, To waste time in visions rare; Of vain dreaming, oh, beware!

the glow from one magical kiss will light several years

A lover counts time in kisses, not years.

Conversation is the slowest form of human communication.

If you are too busy to laugh, you are too busy.

February 29th: A birthday so awesome that the world can only handle it once every 4 years!

It takes three springs to make one leap year.

A strange amazing day that comes only once every four years... A day of temporal tune up!

The year of the sun consisteth of three hundred and sixty-five days and six hours, wanting eleven minutes; which six hours omitted, will, in time, deprave the compute: and this was the occasion of bissextile, or leap year.

I love my love with an M because through all one year in riding to work and back together, we carried Edna St. Vincent Millay's "Fatal Interview" in the automobile, and learned twenty-seven of the sonnets by heart. (A traffic stop is just time enough to say a sonnet if you really know it well.)

Life: the insomnia of death.

Life: The interval between the time your teeth are almost through and you are almost through with your teeth.

Life is short and full of blisters.

Despite our fears and worries, and they are very real to all of us, life continues — it goes on. In these three words I can sum up everything I have learned in my 80 years about life — it goes on.

Life winks as it passes me by and is gone before my own blink of eye.

Are you sure we are making the most of it?

Now is the flickering flame of a single candle Forever—the endless light of a galaxy of stars.

A fine layer of dust must settle on literature before it's truly complete.

With the Past, as past, I have nothing to do; nor with the Future, as future. I live now...