Quotes About Time

A moment well spent is the best accomplishment. Yesterday is a phantom and tomorrow a mirage. The only day worth living is this one. If we can do that wekl, the yesterdays and tomorrows take care of themselves

The world was already growing old, and everywhere men were fondly dwelling on her faraway youth.

Every day lasts a year. I never enjoy anything. And every morning when I wake up I dread having to face the world again.

And I could find other excuses to get out and sit on the crisp grass and look out over the airy roof of Yorkshire. It was like taking time out of life. Time to get things into perspective and assess my progress.

And for me it was a wonderful time and I marvelled at my luck. So many men with high-pressure jobs see very little of their families but I had it both ways with my little son and daughter so often at my side as I worked.

Sometimes in our job you feel you just can't win. If you take too long you're no good, if you're too quick the visit wasn't necessary.

Maybe ye don't know it, Mr. Herriot, but this is the best time of your life.' 'Do you think so?' 'Aye, there's no doubt about it. When your children are young and growin' up around ye—that's when it's best. It's the same for everybody, only a lot o' folk don't know it and a lot find out when it's too late. It doesn't last long, you know.

Those were dreadful words. "Not many minutes" was a common phrase in Yorkshire and could mean anything up to two hours.

When you grow older you miss that eagerness; life may be happy, you may have health and wealth and love and success, but the odds are that you never look forward as you once did to a single golden day. You never count the hours to it, you never see some moment ahead beckoning like a goddess across a fourth dimension.

you're certain, then, that no human affection can outlast a five-year absence?" "It can, undoubtedly," replied the Chinese, "but only as a fragrance whose melancholy we may enjoy.

And sometimes, when the bell rang for call-over, he would go to the window and look across the road and over the School fence and see, in the distance, the thin line of boys filing past the bench. New times, new names . . . but the old ones still remained . . . Jefferson, Jennings, Jolyon, Jupp, Kingsley Primus, Kingsley Secundus, Kingsley Tertius, Kingston . . . where are you all, where have you all gone to?

And, most precious of all, you will have Time—that rare and lovely gift that your Western countries have lost the more they have pursued it.

And years later, when Colley was an alderman of the City of London and a baronet and various other things, he sent his son (also red-haired) to Brookfield, and Chips would say: Colley, your father was the first boy I ever punished when I came here twenty-five years ago.

He had suddenly come to realize a single facet of the promised jewel; he had Time, Time for everything that he wished to happen, such Time that desire itself was quenched in the certainty of fulfillment.

but now, thank heaven, he didn't care, and one of the lovely joys of growing old was to add to this list of trivial things one didn't care about, so that one had more time to care for the things that were not trivial.

One of the lovely joys of growing old was to add to this list of trivial things one didn't care about, so that one had more time to care for things that were not trivial.

Rutherford assented. "Yes, I liked him a good deal too, though I also saw surprisingly little of him, if you measure it in time." And then there was a somewhat odd silence, during which it was evident that we were both thinking of some one who had mattered to us far more than might have been judged from such casual contacts.

Can't bring back time. Our days are numbered. The legacy we leave is not just in our possessions, but in the quality of our lives.

One day can change your life. One day can ruin your life. But the struggles we endure today will be the 'good old days' we laugh about tomorrow.

One is often so busy, they forget the life that is waiting for them.

Sometimes our mind picks some very bad times to take a walk, doesn't it?

I will wait for you, No matter how long. For you to understand. "It's the imperfections that make you beautiful

Don't try to make me grow up before my time…" "When you stop growing you start dying.

Given enough time the heart will always heal." Because coming back to life ... It hurts.