Quotes About Time

The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Iago

William Shakespeare

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Time travels at different speeds for different people. I can tell you who time strolls for, who it trots for, who it gallops for, and who it stops cold for.

O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

If you can look into the seeds of time And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak, then, to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favors nor your hate.

William Shakespeare

Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

Ay me! sad hours seem long.

If it be now, 'tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come—the readiness is all.

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit: He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practise As full of labour as a wise man's art For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.

What win I if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy?

Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.

what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes

If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.

Watch out he's winding the watch of his wit, by and by it will strike.

Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.