Quotes About Time

I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to. I don't want to kill myself. I still want to listen to Charlie Parker and sit in a room alone at four in the morning. There are moments to live for. There are times, hours slammed together, that are definitely worthwhile. It's all the other hours, minutes and unendurable expanses of time that drag me by my collarbone slowly through the mindlessness of their blank words.

There's a small part of my heart that's always sad Part of me that walks with a slow aching step Forever longing The beauty of that To be forever longing Too much joy makes the time pass too quickly A bit of sadness slows things down so you can see it

Autumn is the time when a good book is a better friend than your fellow panicked urban compressionist.

There are a few things that are mine. I see this now. Like today, sitting in this diner. This time is mine. These thoughts are mine. Memories are mine. I don't own much. It's nice to know that there are some things that no one will be able to take from me.

If I could I would melt into your arms I would fall like ten dead languages I would not front I would not lie to you I don't think I could lie anymore I have grown too old for such youthful pursuits I want to love someone before I die Hurry It won't be long now

Alone in cities all over the world. My secret happiness. No one recognizes me. I walk invisibly amongst the species. I wish this night would last forever or that I could live forever in it. It's all I need. In these dark hours, I command time and live life, it's not living me. Fanatic.

Life is death in slow motion.

No such thing as spare time, no such thing as free time. No such thing as down time. All you got is life time

I like listening to old music and collecting the odd artifact from those times but I can't just stay in one time period for too long. For me, that's leaning too far back into a couch and recounting war stories to your vet friends because they know what you know. That's basically saying that it's all over and now you're just going to recline ever further into the decaying echo of the past. No way, Fanatic. That's surrender and I can't do it.

Grass that is here today and gone tomorrow does not require much time to mature. A giant oak tree that lasts for generations requires much more time to grow strong.

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month. - from Fisherman's Luck

Time is: Too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

The shadow by my finger cast Divides the future from the past: Before it, sleeps the unborn hour, In darkness, and beyond thy power. Behind its unreturning line, The vanished hour, no longer thine: One hour alone is in thy hands,- The NOW on which the shadow stands.

The first day of spring is one thing and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.

The Sun-Dial at Wells College The shadow by my finger cast Divides the future from the past: Before it, sleeps the unborn hour In darkness, and beyond thy power: Behind its unreturning line, The vanished hour, no longer thine: One hour alone is in thy hands,-- The NOW on which the shadow stands.

I saw Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright; And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres Like a vast shadow mov'd; in which the world And all her train were hurl'd.

It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.

Enjoy the spring of love and youth, To some good angel leave the rest; For time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year's nest.

Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn.

Nothing that is can pause or stay; The moon will wax, the moon will wane, The mist and cloud will turn to rain, The rain to mist and cloud again, Tomorrow be today.

The bards sublime,Whose distant footsteps echoThrough the corridors of Time.

Between the dark and the daylight,When the night is beginning to lower,Comes a pause in the day's occupations,That is known as the Children's Hour.

Age is opportunity no less, Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away, The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.