Quotes About Time

Let every man be master of his time.

So quick bright things come to confusion.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.

Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

These times of woe afford no time to woo.

The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord! O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.

O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?

But thoughts the slave of life, and life, Time's fool, And Time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming morn as much as we this night over-watch'd.

For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away

Mañana, y mañana, y mañana se arrastra con paso mezquino día tras día hasta la sílaba final del tiempo escrito, y la luz de todo nuestro ayer guió a los bobos hacia el polvo de la muerte. ¡Apágate, apágate breve llama! La vida es una sombra que camina, un pobre actor que en escena se arrebata y contonea y nunca más se le oye. Es un cuento que cuenta un idiota, lleno de ruido y de furia, que no significa nada.

To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.

My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

My salad days, When I was green in judgment: cold in blood, To say as I said then! But, come, away; Get me ink and paper: He shall have every day a several greeting, Or I'll unpeople Egypt.

Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.

If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?

Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.

the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long.

No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds?

The time is out of joint—O cursèd spite, That ever I was born to set it right!