Quotes About Time

One day might be different from another, but there ain't much difference when they're put together. September 14, 1911: Writer and teacher William Armstrong wrote celebrated children's books including the Newbery Medal-winning Sounder, about an African American sharecropper family with a loud and loyal hound, inspired by Odysseus' dog Argus. Armstrong was born in Virginia 102 years ago today.

My boredom threshold is low at the best of times but I have spent more time being slowly and excruciatingly bored by children than any other section of the human race.

Time is the deadly enemy of the technology business. Today's great idea is tomorrow's obsolete concept. The longer it takes a company to get its product to the market, the greater the likelihood a competitor will be there first. Big plans with extended schedules are a risk in any business,

The things that stayed were things that didn't matter except they stayed, night and day, all seasons the same, and were peaceful to a fault and boded no ill but thought well enough of themselves to repeat their presences.

time cannot do to ordinary things what we timelessly do to one another.

Every day he thought would last forever, and the night forever, and the dawn drag eternally another long and empty day to light forever; yet they sped away, the day, the night...

Of course, in philosophy, you settle one bill only by neglecting another, a strategy which must eventually fail since all of them fall due at the same time.

We were late among the living.

We were late among the living, and by the time God got to us ice was already slipping from the poles as if from an imperfectly decorated cake.

Still, the days were endurable and came and went like breath with only a few deep heaves to harm the pace.

Some screw for science only in the afternoon, while others keep their faith with evening—here Orcutt chuckled—it's a matter of light, I understand, but which makes which I can't remember.

it strikes me that the spirit of the Fourth, this year, was used up by September's end and fell like an early leaf.

it is discouraging to leave the past behind only to see it coming toward you like the thunderstorm which drenched you yesterday.

God works in history, therefore a contemplative who has no sense of history, no sense of historical responsibility, is not fully a Christian contemplative.

Time! where didst thou those years inter Which I have seene decease?

One would imagine that books were, like women, the worse for being old that they open their leaves more cordially that the spirit of enjoyment wears out with the spirit of novelty and that after a certain age, it is high time to put them on the s.

No young man ever thinks he shall die.

Perhaps the best cure for the fear of death is to reflect that life has a beginning as well as an end. There was time when we were not this gives us no concern -- why then should it trouble us that a time will come when we shall cease to be

The mind of man is like a clock that is always running down, and requires to be constantly wound up.

We hate old friends: we hate old books: we hate old opinions; and at last we come to hate ourselves.

The "olden times" are only such in reference to us. The past is rendered strange, mysterious, visionary, awful from this great gap in time that parts us from it, and the long perspective of waning years. Things gone by and almost forgotten, look dim and dull, uncouth and quaint, from our ignorance of them, and the mutability of customs. But in their day—they were fresh, unimpaired, in full vigour, familiar and glossy.

The time we lose is not in overdoing what we are about, but in doing nothing.

In going back we must take our present selves with us: the mind has taken a different colour, and this is thrown back upon our past.

Aging is an inevitable process. I surely wouldn't want to grow younger. The older you become, the more you know your bank account of knowledge is much richer.