Quotes About Time

I have met with you, bird, too late, or if not, too worm and early

that was owl the God's clock it was

Life is many days. This will end.

He saw them three by three, approaching girls, in green, in rose, in russet, entwining, per l'aer perso, in mauve, in purple, quella pacifica oriafiamma, gold of oriflamme, di rimirar fè più ardenti. But I old men, penitent, leadenfooted, underdarkneath the night: mouth south: tomb womb.

The past is consumed in the present and the present is living only because it brings forth the future. A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man.

I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I?

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

Time has branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite possibilities they have ousted.

When all things repose, do you alone Awake to hear the sweet harps play To Love before him on his way, And the night wind answering in antiphon Till night is overgone?

Always passing, the stream of life, which in the stream of life we trace is dearer than them all.

Life is too short to read bad books.

Somewhere, parently in the ginnandgo gap between antediluvious and annadominant the copyist must have fled the scroll.

The year returns. History repeats itself. Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. Life, love, voyage round your own little world.

The past is consumed in the present and the present is living only because it brings forth the future

Wait. Five months. Molecules all change. I am other I now. Other I got pound. Buzz. Buzz. But I, entelechy, form of forms, am I by memory because under everchanging forms. I that sinned and prayed and fasted. A child Conmee saved from pandies. I, I and I. I.

We're as old as we feel

I wanted then to have now concluded. Nightdress was never. Hence this. But tomorrow is a new day will be. Past was is today. What now is will then tomorrow as now was be past yester.

Early morning: set off at dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day's march on him. Keep it up for ever never grow a day older technically.

Gerty Mc Dowell'a kur yap?p kalbini kazanacak olan adam?n tam bir erkek olmas? gerekiyordu. Ama bekliyordu, hâlâ birinin ona teklif etmesini bekliyordu, ayr?ca bu y?l art?k y?ld? ve yak?nda bitecekti. S.339

They are not to be thought away. Time has branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite possibilities they have ousted. But can those have been possible seeing that they never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass? Weave, weaver of the wind.

Of the parallax or parallactic drift of socalled fixed stars, in reality evermoving wanderers from immeasurably remote eons to infinitely remote futures in comparison with which the years, threescore and ten, of allotted human life formed a parenthesis of infinitesimal brevity.

The tiny space I occupy is so infinitely small in comparison with the rest of space, in which I am not, and which has nothing to do with me; and the period of time in which it is my lot to live is so petty beside the eternity in which I have not been, and shall not be… And

And the time of dreaming dreams is over - as lover to lover, sweetheart, I come

A human life was measured out in bouquets, was it not? New mothers received them. So did graduating seniors, young lovers, blushing brides, and the dead. A flower woman was time's avatar, colorizing the hours, perfuming fleeting instants.