Quotes About Time

It takes less time to do a thing right than to explain why you did it wrong.

Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.

Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme, Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay; Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime, For oh, it is not always May!

Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks, And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.

Turn, turn, my wheel! All things must change To something new, to something strange; Nothing that is can pause or stay; The moon will wax, the moon will wane, The mist and cloud will turn to rain, The rain to mist and cloud again, To-morrow be to-day.

Ah me! what wonder-working, occult science Can from the ashes in our hearts once more The rose of youth restore? What craft of alchemy can bid defiance To time and change, and for a single hour Renew this phantom-flower?

I would hear him say: "Lord, You turn the wheels of the galaxies. You know what makes the planets spin, and You know what makes this watch run. . .

There is a difference, Mr. President, between Christian extremism and Muslim extremism. Christian extremism was in the 1400s. Muslim extremism was Wednesday.

Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as 'tis today.

Muchos se casan aprisa que a llorar despacio van.

Y al cabo, al cabo, se siembre o no se siembre, El año se remata por Diciembre.

The pleasure is mine, let me give some to you We can take our time, nothing I'd rather do To make you feel fine, to make your life shine Give you moments you can treasure forever Remember the pleasure is mine, mine, mine, all mine

I think you need to take some time To show me that your love is true

The wounds were burning like suns at five in the afternoon, and the crowd broke the windows At five in the afternoon. Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon! It was five by all the clocks!

I have reached the end of my time, and have hardly come to the beginning of my task.

Simplicity is the first thing that is lost, and the last that is regained.

By the time I'd grown up, I naturally supposed that I'd be grown up.

The busy have no time for tears.

Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never

Pythagoras, Locke, Socrates -- but pages might be filled up, as vainly as before, with the sad usage of all sorts of sages, who in his life-time, each was deemed a bore! The loftiest minds outrun their tardy ages.

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

We'll Go No More A-roving So, we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still be as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon.

History, with all her volumes vast, hath but one page

Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.