Quotes About Time

Cease to ask what the morrow will bring forth. And set down as gain each day that Fortune grants.

Drop the question what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that fate allows you.

Dum loquimur invida aetas fugerit. (While we talk, hostile time flies away)

He who postpones the hour of living rightly is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses.

Let us my friends snatch our opportunity from the passing day.

Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them as they go, they take many away.)

The illusion that times that were are better than those that are, has probably pervaded all ages.

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.

Resolve to edge in a little reading every day, if it is but a single sentence. If you gain fifteen minutes a day, it will make itself felt at the end of the year.

Unfaithfulness in the keeping of an appointment is an act of clear dishonesty. You may as well borrow a person's money as his time.

Old friends are the great blessings of one's later years. Half a word conveys one's meaning. They have a memory of the same events, have the same mode of thinking. I have young relations that may grow upon me, for my nature is affectionate, but can they grow -- To Be old friends?

Seize the day, put no trust in the morrow![Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.]

Pero al verla otra vez, a veinte metros de mí, mirándome, sentí que en mi alma, dormida en paz, surgía sangrando la desolación de haberla perdido, como si no hubiera pasado un solo día de esos diez años.

Con los mellizos pareció haber concluido la aterradora descendencia. Pero pasados tres años desearon de nuevo ardientemente otro hijo, confiando en que el largo tiempo transcurrido hubiera aplacado a la fatalidad.

Inés! Y como diez años antes, los sollozos redoblaron, y como entonces me respondió bajo sus brazos: —No, no…¡Es demasiado tarde!…

Y cuando sane y no tenga más delirio…¿me querrás todavía?

As long as you're alive... ...you can't put life on hold like you can with a game-so that's why... ...those brief respites... ...when you can forget all the bitterness and pain... they let you take a breath... ...and calm your heart. If you don't give yourself that kind of time... ...living on just becomes, every so often-it gets to be too painful.

Be Here and Now Hovsep Kazezian - www.Hkazezian.com

Time has a wonderful way of weeding out the trivial.

The dawn that Anna feared might never come would appear on schedule, just as it always had - and after it another, and another. And yesterday would become Last Month, then Last Winter, then Last Year, then Two and Five and Ten Years Ago, and one day the people would have to stop and think before they could say how long ago it was ...

He was already tired of the rain. He never took long to grow weary of it in winter, though he liked it in the summertime when it fell hard, silver and green, and afterward steamed from the backs of horses, steamed up from the railroad ties and lay in a mist along Town Creek. In summer, the birds sang after a rain, but no such music rose from the cold drizzle of the dead time. Only silence, and only the dark.

Lonesomeness, on the other hand, did not depend on circumstance. It was bolted in the heart and seized on a man's weakness, a vise that squeezed all possibility out of time, that crushed hope and rendered meaningless anything tomorrow could offer.

And all of it seemed far away and long ago, along with the hard voices promising violence and the eyes bright with anger. page 126; THE TASTE OF ASHES by Howard Browne.

A wilted breeze slipped in through the open window and riffled the leaves of the Varga calendar and the brunette in the red bathing suit wiggled her hips at me. She was wasting her time.