Quotes About Time

Time is just memory Mixed in with Desire.

At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows.

Kiss me, please kiss me But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation You know it makes me so angry 'cause i know that in time I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye.

To desire immortality is to desire the eternal perpetuation of a great mistake

The swiftest despatch seems slow to desire.

Regrets, Blacksmith, make poor currency. You can't but back with them what you most desire.

It is a mistake to look too far ahead. Only one link of the chain of destiny can be handled at a time.

There is a mysterious cycle in human events. To some generations much is given. Of other generations much is expected. This generation of Americans has a rendezvous with destiny.

The road to the future leads us smack into the wall. We simply ricochet off the alternatives that destiny offers. Our survival is no more than a question of 25, 50 or perhaps 100 years.

Whatever may happen to you was prepared for you from all eternity; and the implication of causes was from eternity spinning the thread of your being.

I had never dreamt Id become an actress. It was destiny that put me in the right place at the right time and gave me the right opportunities.

Time is the water in which we live, and we breathe it like fish. ... Time pours into us and then pours out again. In between the two pourings we live our destiny.

To accomplish our destiny it is not enough to merely guard prudently against road accidents. We must also cover before nightfall the distance assigned to each of us.

Destiny and history are untidy.

Never believe fate is more than the condensation of childhood.

You know, words have strange destiny, too. They grow. They get old. They die. They come back.

Whatever the universal nature assigns to any man at any time is for the good of that man at that time.

Long tarries destiny, But comes to those who pray.

The irrevocable Hand That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut The portals of our earthly destinies; We walk through blindfold, and the noiseless doors Close after us, for ever.

It is a long road from conception to completion.

By things so achingly small are lives measured and marred.

We live under the sun, but our destiny is beyond its rising and setting.

Who cannot but see oftentimes how strange the threads of our destiny run? Oft it is only for a moment the favorable instant is presented. We miss it, and months and years are lost.

The older we become, the more certain our future.