Quotes About Time

Time is the only capital of those who just have their inteligence as fortune.

Daca inima omeneasca afla clipe de ragaz in timp ce urca pe culmile afectiunii, rareori se opreste pe povarnisul abrupt al sentimentelor dusmanoase

My mother, as a woman in her sixties, is mostly a mystery to me. In my mind, she's an eternal forty-two, and as her daughter, I never get past seventeen. There

You should regard each meeting with a friend as a sitting he is unwittingly giving you for a portrait — a portrait that, probably, when you or he die, will still be unfinished.

just as tunes once gay inevitably become plaintive when the generation that first sang them has turned to dust?

He could not stand people saying, "Who knows what we shall be doing this time next year?" and he loathed such expressions as "for the last time," "never again"..

Beauty doesn't keep, but rots like apples.

You should regard each meeting with a friend as a sitting he is unwillingly giving you for a portrait - a portrait that, probably, when you or he die, will still be unfinished. And, though this is an absorbing pursuit, nevertheless, the painters are apt to end pessimists.

Nog voor de roep van Cantecleer Klinkt het geraaskal van Endymion Leer.

He says to me, Ranulph, he says... that the past will never come again, but that we must remember that the past is made of the present, and that the present is always here.

It was as if the future were a treacly adhesive fluid that had been spilt all over the present, so that everything he touched made his fingers too sticky to be of the slightest use.

[Skipping] takes me back to less complicated times, without leaving the present!

Ask not what tomorrow may bring, but count as blessing every day that Fate allows you.

Patience makes lighter what sorrow may not heal.

Cease your efforts to find where the last rose lingers.

Seize the day, and put the least possible trust in tomorrow.

Who knows whether the gods will add tomorrow to the present hour?

Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

Few cross the river of time and are able to reach non-being. Most of them run up and down only on this side of the river. But those who when they know the law follow the path of the law, they shall reach the other shore and go beyond the realm of death.

The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.

Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings.

Life's brief span forbids us to enter on far-reaching hopes.

Gloriously perjured, a maiden famous to all time.

I would not have borne this in my hot youth when Plancus was consul.