Quotes About Time

I read as much poetry as time allows and circumstance dictates: No heartache can pass without a little Dorothy Parker, no thunderstorm without W. H. Auden, no sleepless night without W. B. Yeats.

true biblical living is the greatest gift the church can give to its time.

But what time do they leave for original thinking? Or for examining one's own soul? And to what degree do these matters frustrate the brain's ability to focus, as Paul put it, on the good, the beautiful, and the true, rather than be controlled by the transient, the trivial and the traumatic? And

Death is a low chemical trick played on everybody except sequoia trees.

Someone misdirected you [...] Most writers in New York don't do much writing. They spend their time talking and drinking bootleg liquor. That's what we do, at any rate.

It's a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.

Dawn seemed to follow midnight with indecent haste.

Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.

It is a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.

Time is making fools of us again.

I don't read 'chick lit ' fantasy or science fiction but I'll give any book a chance if it's lying there and I've got half an hour to kill.

Oh, there you are, Albus,' he said. 'You've been a very long time. Upset stomach?' 'No, I was merely reading the Muggle magazines,' said Dumbledore. 'I do love knitting patterns.

No, there is literally nothing on the business side that I wouldn't sacrifice in a heartbeat to have an extra couple of hours' writing. Nothing.

The shadows of the hills and rocks grew long in the valley bottom. But the guide didn't seem to notice. Sitting very still, his back leaning against the wall of the tomb, he had no sense of the passing day, or hunger, or thirst. He was filled with a different force, from a different time that had made him a stranger to the order of man. Perhaps he was no longer waiting for anything, no longer knew anything, and now he resembled the desert – silence, stillness, absence.

You only ever have a moment to live, this moment, and yet we all tend to live in the past or in the future.

If you could double the number of hours that you were truly alive each day then, in effect, you would be doubling your life expectancy.

The past tempts us, the present confuses us, and the future frightens us. And our lives slip away, moment by moment, lost in that vast terrible in-between. But there is still time to seize that one last fragile moment.

I wrote The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God in five hours, but I had it all planned out. It isn't poetry and it does not pretend to be, but it does what it sets out to do.

our civilization is very young. None of us live long enough to cope with too much. About the time we begin to get our thoughts straightened out we begin to go senile. Or, in the mean time, we've been knocked over by a taxicab or died of the plague or something else. We don't live that long.

a sailor moves through life only the present moment is valid or important.  A

I suspect, even more importantly, the aged are hidden away so that we do not remember that one day we shall all walk that path, that we shall one day grow slow and stooped.

Jesus was "the meeting place of eternity and time, the blending of deity and humanity, the junction of heaven and earth." His

A discretionary hour can be wisely invested or foolishly wasted. Each

Procrastination, the thief of time, is one of the devil's most potent weapons for defrauding us of eternal heritage. The