Quotes About Time

That was Youth with its reckless exuberance when all things were possible pursued by Age where we are now, looking back at what we destroyed, what we tore away from that self who could do more, and its work that's become my enemy because that's what I can tell you about, that Youth who could do anything.

Mother Nature is providential. She gives us twelve years to develop a love for our children before turning them into teenagers.

He went through the back door into the long narrow kitchen, feeling as he always did the sudden onslaught of time, enthralled by the myriad smells of the kitchen: coffee and cloves and cinnamon, the heavy fruity odor of basketed apples and the faintly sour smell of dried peaches, and some other odor, rich and dark and mysterious, that was the odor of time itself, of days the old woman had stacked into years as carefully as a mason lays one stone atop another to construct a wall.

He has all the time in the world, he can pick and choose, all the time you have is the moment of his arrival.

Binder didn't plan on being disappointed either. He felt a growing obsession to unstring the secrets the house held, to unravel the Gordian knot time and myth had only tightened.

Binder was living on the edge already and knowing it, knowing that he was spending time like money he might not be able to replace.

From the shade of the Ivy covered porch the old men sat in ladder back chairs and watched the hot blacktop. They'd sit day long and wait for something to happen, anything to happen, waiting for the road to entertain them. These were old man in clean shirts and suspenders and pants so roomy they could've held another old-timer and shoes split down the sides for comfort.

Beyond the mothriddled light their faces were rapt and transfixed, he sang about death as if it was the only kept promise out of all life's false starts and switchbacks, all there was at the end of the dusty road, his voice told them about calm and quiet and eternal rest. No landlord, no cotton to chop, no ticket at the company store growing like a cancer. Just time itself frozen like leaves in winter ice and nothing in the round world to worry about or dread.

Everything that is great in life is the product of slow growth; the newer, and greater, and higher, and nobler the work, the slower is its growth, the surer is its lasting success. Mushrooms attain their full power in a night; oaks require decades. A fad lives its life in a few weeks; a philosophy lives through generations and centuries. If you are sure you are right, do not let the voice of the world, or of friends, or of family swerve you for a moment from your purpose.

The future is there... looking back at us. Trying to make sense of the fiction we will have become.

Time moves in one direction, memory another. We are that strange species that constructs artifacts intended to counter the natural flow of forgetting.

The 'Net is a waste of time, and that's exactly what's right about it.

When the past is always with you, it may as well be present; and if it is present, it will be future as well.

Time is money, but also money is money.

The present tense made him nervous.

My thoughts will be taken up with the future or the past, with what is to come or what has been. Of the present there is necessarily no image.

He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience.

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.

Masters, if wise, do not use to set their servants about such work as will not pay for the candle they burn in doing it. And truly nothing less than the glorifying of God, and saving our souls at last, can be worth the precious time we spend here.

When the flesh or Satan beg time of thee, it is to steal time from thee.

And therefore, if ever, Christian, thou hadst need to watch, then is the time—when comforts abound, and God dandles thee most on the knee of his love—when his face shines with clearest manifestations; lest this sin of pride, as a thief in the candle, should swale[43] out thy joy.

Pray often rather than very long at a time. It is hard to be very long in prayer and not slacken in our affections. Those watches which are made to go longer than ordinary at one winding do commonly lose towards the end.

The time of mourning for the departure of all earthly enjoyments is at hand. We shall see them, as Eglon's servants did their lord, fallen down dead before us, and weep be cause they are not.

One day might be different from another, but there ain't much difference when they're put together.