Quotes About Time

Hold fast the time! Guard it, watch over it, every hour, every minute! Unregarded it slips away, like a lizard, smooth, slippery, faithless, a pixy wife. Hold every moment sacred. Give each clarity and meaning, each the weight of thine awareness, each its true and due fulfillment.

After the long time of going together and the mutual trust that had grown out of that time, Payne had occasion to realize that no mutual trust had grown out of the long time they had gone together.

October is a fine and dangerous season in America. a wonderful time to begin anything at all. You go to college, and every course in the catalogue looks wonderful.

Keeping a journal has taught me that there is not so much new in your life as you sometimes think. When you re-read your journal you find out that your latest discovery is something you already found out five years ago. Still, it is true that one penetrates deeper and deeper into the same ideas and the same experiences.

As modern-day neuroscience tells us, we are never in touch with the present, because neural information-processing itself takes time. Signals take time to travel from your sensory organs along the multiple neuronal pathways in your body to your brain, and they take time to be processed and transformed into objects, scenes, and complex situations. So, strictly speaking, what you are experiencing as the present moment is actually the past.

Let me try: Consciousness is inwardness in time. It makes the world present for you by creating a new space in your mind—the space of temporal internality.

Consciousness is inwardness in time. It makes the world present for you by creating a new space in your mind—the space of temporal internality. Everything is in the Now. Whatever you experience, you experience it as happening at this moment.

Ha! What news here? Is the day out a' th' socket That it is noon at midnight? The court up?

Without time management, you lose control of your life and do what other people tell you to do. You lose control and become a puppet that everyone can control and manipulate.

My birthday!--what a different sound That word had in my youthful ears; And how each time the day comes round, Less and less white its mark appears.

Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight 's past.

And the best of all waysTo lengthen our daysIs to steal a few hours from the night, my dear.

What though youth gave love and roses,Age still leaves us friends and wine.

Faintly as tolls the evening chime,Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.

Oft in the stilly night,Ere Slumber's chain has bound me,Fond Memory brings the lightOf other days around me;The smiles, the tears,Of boyhood's years,The words of love then spoken;The eyes that shoneNow dimmed and gone,The cheerful hearts now broken.

Doch Warten war ein Luxus, den er sich nicht mehr leisten konnte.

Beauty is but a flower,Which wrinkles will devourBrightness falls from the airQueens have died young and fairDust hath closed Helen's eye.I am sick, I must dieLord have mercy on us.

Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath closed Helen's eye. I am sick, I must die. Strength stoops unto the grave, Worms feed on Hector brave; Swords may not fight with fate, Earth still holds open her gate. "Come, come!" the bells do cry. I am sick, I must die. 'A Litany in Time of Plague

Some courtiers to wearie out time woulde tell vs further tales of Cornelius Agrippa, and how when sir Thomas Moore our countrieman was there, hee shewed him the whole destruction of Troy in a dreame.

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife, Throughout the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life, Is worth an age without name.

Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.

Minutes are worth more than money. Spend them wisely.

Action and care will in time wear down the strongest frame, but guilt and melancholy are poisons of quick dispatch.

Nothing, they say is more certain than death, and nothing more uncertain than the time of dying