Quotes About Time

No man is rich enough to buy back his past.

The past is never there when you try to go back. It exists, but only in memory. To pretend otherwise is to invite a mess.

Don't let the past steal your present.

Having spent the better part of my life trying either to relive the past or experience the future before it arrives, I have come to believe that in between these two extremes is peace.

If you have one eye on yesterday, and one eye on tomorrow, you're going to be cockeyed today.

If you're always racing to the next moment, what happens to the one you're in?

Forever – is composed of Nows – 'Tis not a different time... Let Months dissolve in further Months – And Years – exhale in Years...

Let the credit card companies market as they will, the only thing that's priceless is Now.

When I am anxious it is because I am living in the future. When I am depressed it is because I am living in the past.

If you wait for tomorrow, tomorrow comes. If you don't wait for tomorrow, tomorrow comes.

People count up the faults of those who keep them waiting.

February is merely as long as is needed to pass the time until March.

Love seems the swiftest but is the slowest of all growths. No man and woman really know what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.

We could use up two Eternities in learning all that is to be learned about our own world and the thousands of nations that have arisen and flourished and vanished from it. Mathematics alone would occupy me eight million years.

You can have all the rest of the year if you will give me April and May.

There is a sweetness of May verging on June that no other time in the whole year can equal. And by sweetness is meant more than flower fragrance or honey taste; this is the greater sweetness of understanding and emotion, the glow of pleasure in being.

If it's called the USA Today, why is all the news from yesterday? BAM. Busted!

Memory is more than a dustbin of time, stuffed with yesterday's trash. Rather, memory is a glorious grab bag of the past from which one can at leisure pluck bittersweet experiences of times gone by and relive them.

Life is a rough biography. Memories smooth out the edges.

To the lover waiting for his love no sound is sadder than the tardy striking of the hours.

The Face we choose to miss, Be it but for a day – As absent as a hundred years When it has rode away.

Monday is a lame way to spend 1/7 of your life.

The only thing that has to be finished by next Tuesday is next Monday.

Why is Monday so far from Friday, and yet Friday is so near to Monday?