Quotes About Time

Many marriages are between acquaintances. You can be with a person for three hours of your life and have a friend. Another one will remain an acquaintance for thirty years.

Time is the random wind that blows down the long corridor, slamming all the doors.

Bed is the simplest thing two people can do. If it goes with a lot of other things, it can be important, and if it goes with nothing else, it isn't worth the time it takes.

Sempre teremos de morrer

Aqui, tanto no espaço, como no tempo, parecemos ter sido trazidos para um pouco mais perto desse grande facto - o mistério dos mistérios -, o aparecimento pela primeira vez, de novos seres nesta Terra.

Palermo also seemed like a stone palimpsest of cultures stretching back over many hundreds of years.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face. [ The Autumnal ]

What's the use of a lague of nations if it's to be dominated by Great Britain and her colonies? said Mr. Rasmussen sourly. But don't you think any kind of a league's better than nothing? said Eveline. It's not the name you give things, it's who's getting theirs underneath that counts, said Robbins. That's a very cynical remark, said the California woman. This isn't any time to be cynical. This is a time, said Robbins, when if we weren't cynical we'd shoot ourselves.

Take a plunge, take a plunge . . . they're all crooks and gamblers anyway . . . take a plunge and come up with your hands full, pockets full, bankaccount full, vaults full of money. If I only dared take the risk. Fool to waste your time fuming about it.

and you wondered if you'd be alive next time Halley's Comet came round

None are so busy as the fool and knave.

Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long — Even wondered at, because he dropped no sooner. Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years, Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more; Till like a clock worn out with eating time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still.

When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay. To-morrow 's falser than the former day; Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest. Strange cozenage! none would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give.

Not Heaven itself upon the past has power, But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

There was something about the evenings in the Hostess City, whether you started in downtown, on River Street, or on the south side. Savannah had a charm, a magnetism that pulled on anyone's heart. The rich history, ornate architecture, and continuing glamour fused the soulful sense of place and time together like an artisan weld.

Most men think they are simply here on earth to kill time—and it's killing them.

One of the great wonders of Christianity is that you were born into your times, to set your times aright.

sometimes it takes time for a person to be ready to forgive. It often helps to explain that forgiveness is not saying it didn't matter; it is not saying we simply choose to overlook the offense. Forgiveness is saying the cross is enough—we require no further payment than Jesus paid. Forgiveness is releasing the person to God for him to deal with.

the fact that the visual experience before me was exactly the same as it has been for sixteen years.

The problem of self-identity is not just a problem for the young. It is a problem all the time. Perhaps the problem. It should haunt old age, and when it no longer does it should tell you that you are dead.

All this will not be finished in the first one hundred days. Nor will it be finished in the first one thousand days . . .nor even perhaps in our lifetime on this planet. But let us begin.

The supreme reality of our time is the vulnerability of our planet.

The great French Marshall Lyautey once asked his gardener to plant a tree. The gardner objected that the tree was slow growing and wouldn't reach maturity for 100 years. The Marshall replied, In that case, there is no time to lose; plant it this afternoon!

Time and the world do not stand still. Change is the law of life.