Quotes About Time

He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.

The busy bee has no time for sorrow.

Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness/ Which is the swiftest of all things: all were eternal torment.

The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.

There is a Moment in each Day that Satan cannot find

The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations.

La Eternidad está enamorada de las obras del tiempo.

Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done. Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: Arise from their graves and aspire, Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.

Think in the morning. Act in the noon.

The Ruins of Time builds Mansions in Eternity. (Letter to William Hayley, on the occasion of the death of Hayley's son)

Re-engrav'd time after time Ever in their youthful prime My designs unchang'd remain Time may rage, but rage in vain For above Time's troubled fountains On the great Atlantic Mountains In my Golden House on high There they shine eternally

To create a little flower is the labor of ages.

Time is the mercy of eternity.

Children of the future age, Reading this indignant page, Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime

In a time of dearth, come forth with weight and measure.

S? vezi o Lume într-un gr?unte de nisip, Åži un Paradis într-o floare de câmp, S? Å£ii Infinitul în palm?, Åži Eternitatea într-o or?.

Is that a good definition of marking the ageing watershed? That moment when you realize - quite rationally, quite unemotionally - that the world in the not-so-distant future will not contain you: that the trees you planted will continue growing but you will not be there to see them.

When I think of my youth, he went in, what we took for granted, what we assumed was for ever certain, for ever permanent.

So much for my great vendetta, so much for the tireless hunt for my betrayer. Isn't this how life turns out, more often than not? It refuses to conform to your needs - the narrative needs that you feel are essential to give rough shape to your time on this earth.

That moment when you realize - quite rationally, quite unemotionally - that the world in the not-so-far-distant future will not contain you: that the trees you planted will continue growing but you will not be there to see them.

Civil time' as the chronologists call it, has always been based on the rotation of the earth. But our sense of 'private' time is innate. Neurologists think that this sense of time, which is always of the present moment, is conditioned by our nervous systems. As we grow older, our nervous systems decelerate and our sense of personal time dawdles correspondingly...This is why our lives seem to pass more quicly as we age.

What's happened to my life? These ten-year chunks that are doled out to you in passports are a cruel form of memento mori. How many more new passports will I have? One (1965)? Two (1975)? Such a long way off, 1975, yet your passport life seems all too brief. How long did he live? He managed to renew six passports.

I would catch them fast, eternally, thanks to the properties of my wonderful machine. In my hands I had the power to stop time,or so I fancied.