Quotes About Time

The spirit world is moved, the silence broken, The ancient Seers from out the ground have spoken. The appointed years on time's fleet wings have fled. And voices whisper from the ancient dead. Volumes of truth the sacred archives yield. The past, the glorious future, stand revealed.

To have no time for philosophy is to be a true philosopher.

Ghosts everywhere. Even the living were only ghosts in the making. You learned to ration your commitment to them. This moment in this tent already had the quality of remembered experience. Or perhaps he was simply getting old. But then, after all, in trench time he was old. A generation lasted six months, less than that on the Somme, barely twelve weeks.

A hundred years from now they'll still be ploughing up skulls. And I seemed to be in that time and looking back. I think I saw our ghosts.

The past is a palimpsest. Early memories are always obscured by accumulations of later knowledge.

you should go tho the past, looking not for messages or warnings, but simply to be humbled by the weight of human experience that has preceded the brief flicker of your own few days.

A woman, not a thing. Wasn't that a prize worth risking everything for, however short a time I might have to enjoy it?

Why do they not teach you that time is a finger snap and an eye blink, and that you should not allow a moment to pass you by without taking joyous, ecstatic note of it, not wasting a single moment of its swift, breakneck circuit?

A family is one of nature's solubles; it dissolves in time like salt in rainwater.

I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man.

Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.

Time moves funny and it's hard to pin down. Occasionally, time offers you a hundred opportunities to do the right thing. Sometimes, it gives you only one chance.

I was born in the age of alas.

I mourn for the quicksilvery racehorse passage of time. Its swiftness has caught me with the same ineffable start that comes to every man and woman who lives long enough. It remains as the single great surprise of any life. In

It was a time in my life when many things bored me deeply and I hungered for beauty and those realms of pure elation granted to those who had the imagination to know what to look for and how to find it.

The tide was a poem that only time could create, and I watched it stream and brim and makes its steady dash homeward, to the ocean.

As time passed from solstice to mild solstice in those occluded zones of my early childhood, I played beneath the distracted majesty of my mother's blue-eyed gaze. With her eyes on me I felt as if I were being studied by flowers.

There is no city on Earth quite like Charleston. From the time I first came there in 1961, it's held me in its enchanter's power, the wordless articulation of its singularity, its withheld and magical beauty. Wandering through its streets can be dreamlike and otherworldly, its alleyways and shortcuts both fragrant and mysterious, yet as haunted as time turned in on itself.

Read the great books, gentlemen," Mr. Monte said one day. "Just the great ones. Ignore the others. There's not enough time.

Among the worst things about growing old is the loss of those irreplaceable friends who added richness and depth to your life.

We've made it back to each other. We've got lots of time to try our hands at restoring the ruins

Death lives in each one of us and begins its countdown on our birthdays and makes its rough entrance at the last hour and the perfect time.

He knew he should not have spared time for tears, and would not, ever again.

Trust is extremely fragile, and although building it can take extensive amounts of time over the course of many personal interactions, it can be destroyed (withdrawn) within seconds.