Quotes About Time

Time, my friend, is always ticking. And remember, no matter what you do, you will never be able to win it back again.

It's the ride of life, living and loving every moment like we have none to spare.

Your life its ending one moment at a time." Remember. This is now, Live it, Feel it, and leave no path Untaken.

With every second that you spend on doubting yourself, every moment that you use to criticize yourself, is a second of your life wasted, is a moment of your life thrown away. Life is to short, so don't waste any of your seconds, don't throw even one of your moments away.

There are some moments that are hung in memory like a lamp; they shine and swing gently and one can look back on them when all else has faded into distance and darkness.

Since so many of us are living so much longer, may we inquire if longevity itself is the goal, or is it something else? Are our lives four times richer, more meaningful, than those who lived in ancient Greece

The future is a trickster rabbit, full of surprises. Only the past is predictable.

Never put things off…you will wake up and find them gone.

People ain't mathematics, Jim. If they was, you and Einstein would of fought it out a long time ago, to see who rules the world.

Maybe you'll remember me then." "I'll remember you." "Will you? Will you remember me tomorrow?" "Yes. Next week, too." "Will you remember me a month from now?" "Yes." "I dont believe it." "But I will though. Truly I will." "All right. I believe you. I know I'll remember you.

I say plan for the future, sure. But dont let the plans for the future that there may not be any of, displace what little life you can live now.

Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

As you are now so once were we.

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. Basta! I will see if I can see. See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world without end.

Me. And me now.

A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand. Would you go back to then? Just beginning then. Would you?

Life is too short to read a bad book

For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.

I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.

And you'll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday.

There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.

over the bowls of memory where every hollow holds a hallow