Quotes About Time

Say a day without the ever.

youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.

Well, time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let me try.

There's nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys. Renown and grace is dead. The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.

Sí. ¿Qué tristeza alarga las horas de Romeo? ROMEO No tener lo que, al tenerlo, las abrevia.

You'll rue the time That clogs me with this answer.

There 's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 't is 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. Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes? Hamlet. V.2

we must obey the time.

Come, we burn daylight, ho!

Things growing are not ripe until their season:

Soy muy soberbio, ambicioso, vengativo, con más pecados sobre mi cabeza que pensamientos para concebirlos, fantasía para darles forma o tiempo para llevarlos a ejecución.

O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case? Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow? Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.

It is surely significant, for instance, that Romeo and Juliet was written at around the same time as The Merchant of Venice, a play that is preoccupied with the whole question of freedom of choice and its consequences.4

Friends, I owe more tears to this dead man than you shall see me pay —I shall find time, Cassius, I shall find time.

Hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore night Hath trifled former knowings.

And every day past is just another step for fools on the way to their deaths.

La mort, ce sombre fantôme, est assise sur son bras vigoureux : ce bras se lève, retombe, et alors les hommes meurent.

Out o' th' moon, I do assure thee. I was the man in the moon when time was, --Stephano (Act II, scene 2, lines 136-137)

If a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings and the widow weeps

Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake, And die as fast as they see others grow.

exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December.

Pero, ¿cómo es que eso aún vive en tu mente? ¿Qué más ves en el oscuro fondo y abismo del tiempo? (Próspero)

Qué tristeza alarga las horas de Romeo? No tener lo que, al tenerlo, las abrevia.

My oblivion is a very Antony and I am all forgotten.