Quotes About Time

There cannot be a crisis next week. My schedule is already full.

Our yesterdays are like a lonely and a ruined land wherein a breeze of recollection sighs--a fading land to which is no return.

The years like birds of passage go To that eternal clime, the past; And May's immortal lot is cast Upon their flight o'er all below, Like sunlight on a field of snow, Or some sweet rose-leaf on the blast.

The end we know not; but we wander on, down the regretful wilderness of time.

I only ask to drink experience deep; And, in the sad, sweet goblet of my years, To find love poured with all its smiles and tears, And quaffing this, I too shall sweetly sleep.

The artist labors while he may, But finds at best too brief the day; And, tho' his works outlast the time And nation that they make sublime, He feels and sees that Nature knows Nothing of time in what she does, But has a leisure infinite Wherein to do her work aright.

Even in America, the Indian summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone—but never hustled.

The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.

Life is so short, So Fast The Lone Hours Fly, We Ought To Be Together, You and I

I love old gardens best- tired old garden that rest in the sun.

El presente sólo se forma del pasado, y lo que se encuentra en el efecto estaba ya en la causa.

La via che percorriamo nel tempo è cosparsa dei frammenti di tutto ciò che cominciavamo ad essere, di tutto ciò che avremmo potuto diventare.

For a moment of night we have a glimpse of ourselves and of our world islanded in its stream of stars—pilgrims of mortality, voyaging between horizons across the eternal seas of space and time.

An old farm is always more than the people under its roof. It is the past as well as the present, and vanished generations have built themselves into it as well as left their footsteps in the worn woodwork of the stair.

Of all the days that's in the week I dearly love but one day And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday.

What they (Americans) do, they want to be in a hurry.

In a scheme of policy which is devised for a nation, we should not limit our views to its operation during a single year, or even for a short term of years. We should look at its operation for a considerable time, and in war as well as in peace.

The time will come when Winter will ask you what you were doing all Summer.

Rhythm is a conception, not a physical reality. It is true that, to be realized in music, rhythm must be marked by some sort of sound, but this sound is not itself the rhythm.

The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.

He enjoys true leisure who has time to improve his souls estate.

I, who cannot stay in my chamber for a single day without acquiring some rust, and when sometimes I have stolen forth for a walk at the eleventh hour of four o'clock in the afternoon, too late to redeem the day, when the shades of night were already beginning to be mingled with the daylight, have felt as if I had committed some sin to be atoned for.

A broad margin of leisure is as beautiful in a man's life as in a book. Haste makes waste, no less in life than in housekeeping. Keep the time, observe the hours of the universe, not of the cars.

So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.