Quotes About Time

In truth we do not go to Faery, we become Fairy, and in the beating of a pulse we may live for a year or a thousand years.

Fionn went [...] to carve a name for himself that will live while Time has an ear and knows an Irishman

Do you think I'm a bad person?" "It doesn't sound like you have enough time in your life to be a bad person." "Then why is God doing this to me?" "God isn't doing this to you. There's a lot of evil out there. When it touches people, they get hurt. No one's immune, not even good people like you.

He who hesitates is sometimes saved.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

Sixty minutes of thinking of any kind is bound to lead to confusion and unhappiness.

Time lies frozen there. It's always Then. It's never Now.

There is something about a poet which leads us to believe that he died, in many cases, as long as 20 years before his birth.

Progress was all right. Only it went on too long.

I can do a score of things that can't be done. I can find a thing I can't see, and I see a thing I can't find. The first is time, and the second is a spot before my eyes. I can feel a thing I cannot touch, and I touch a thing I cannot feel. The first is sad and sorry, and the second is your heart. What would you do without me? Say "nothing".

The cold Duke was afraid of Now, for Now has warmth and urgency, and Then is dead and buried.

The language of Homer lay still further off. Imagine a twenty-first-century Texan reading Chaucer.

Thinking of the hour as a consistent measure was not a familiar concept for most people, while the minute and second didn't exist as common units. (The division of the hour into 60 minutes and the minute into 60 seconds comes from the Babylonians, who used a base-60, or sexagecimal, system of counting for their astronomy. The ancient Greeks later adopted this and divided circular astronomical maps into 360 divisions, which were later transposed on to clock faces.)

Patience is the key which solves all problems. ~ Sudanese Proverb

A Parting Guest What delightful hosts are they— Life and Love! Lingeringly I turn away, This late hour, yet glad enough They have not withheld from me Their high hospitality. So, with face lit with delight And all gratitude, I stay Yet to press their hands and say, Thanks.—So fine a time! Good night.

Ah, me! Roll them back, you ruthless harvester of the years. Give back to me Nat-ah'-ki and my youth. Return to us our lodge and the wide, brown, buffalo plains.

It was far too absurd to die of a Tuesday

In the weeks we'd been thrown together that summer, our lives had scarcely touched, but we had crossed to the other bank, where time stops and heaven reaches down to earth and gives us that ration of what is from birth divinely ours. We looked the other way. We spoke of everything but. But we've always known, and not saying anything now confirmed it all the more. We had found the stars, you and I. And this is given once only.

Did you not look upon the world this morning and imagine it as the boy might see it? And did you not recognize the mist and the dew and the birdsong as elements not of a place or a time but of a spirit? And did you not envy the boy his spirit? For you know there can be no power over him who freely gives what another would take. Such a one has the capacity to love. Freely, naively, to say I do.

Time has become a melding of minutes and months and the feeling of seasons. […] Leon says it is the Bhutan Time Warp and I know what he means. Time does not hurl itself forward at breakneck speed here. Change happens very slowly. A grandmother and her granddaughter wear the same kind of clothes, they do the same work, they know the same songs. The granddaughter does not find her grandmother an embarrassing, boring relic.

What we do Yesterday is done, believing in the things for Tomorrow is a maybe, what we do today hopefully we can remember it tomorrow as a memorable day.

In life iTS only a Matter of Time Too Find the Suitable Colors.

She was mature enough to know the difference between endorphin-fueled young love and the type that developed like fine wine over time.

Bennett was grateful for every day he was given on this earth because he knew how fleeting that time could be.