Quotes About Time

Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time,And make two lovers happy.

'Tis with our judgments as our watches, noneGo just alike, yet each believes his own.

Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.

Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.

For he lives twice who can at once employ, The present well, and e'en the past enjoy.

Inscriptions here of various Names I view'd, The greater part by hostile time subdu'd; Yet wide was spread their fame in ages past, And Poets once had promis'd they should last.

Celia" Celia, we know, is sixty-five, Yet Celia's face is seventeen; Thus winter in her breast must live, While summer in her face is seen. How cruel Celia's fate, who hence Our heart's devotion cannot try; Too pretty for our reverence, Too ancient for our gallantry!

We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow; Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so.

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

It's a lucky man who leaves early from life's banquet, before he's drained to the dregs his goblet - full of wine; yes, it's a lucky man who has not read life's novel to the end, but has been wise enough to part with it abruptly - like me with my Onegin.

His anguished mind writhed with contradictions. He was a man of parts and halfs, in a time of wholes and absolutes.

We are approaching again the Great Lent—the time of repentance, the time of our reconciliation with God. Repentance is the beginning and also the condition of a truly Christian life.

There is a certain even-handed justice in Time; and for what he takes away he gives us something in return. He robs us of elasticity of limb and spirit, and in its place he brings tranquility and repose—the mild autumnal weather of the soul.

In my garden I spend my days, in my library I spend my nights. My interests are divided between my geraniums and my books. With the flower I am in the present; with the book I am in the past.

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

Everything breaks down to its final mortal parts. Time swallows the world.

It's a long day's drive any way you look at it. With a man who has taken your sins - real and imagined - and stitched them onto the sackcloth of his own soul, it is endless.

You always think there will be more time and then suddenly there isn't. You know how it is. You have to leave before the rains come, or it's too late.

It should not be physically possible to get from the banks of the Pepani River to Wyoming in less than two days, because mentally and emotionally it is impossible.

He might be immortal, but not even an eternity would be enough time to work through his mommy issues. It

when you decide you want to be with someone forever, you want forever to start right now.

Life can change in the blink of an eye. All you have is right now. So don't ever put off telling someone how you feel about them, don't assume that they know, because they might not and it might be too late.

Time has a funny way of airbrushing relationships, removing all the things that were wrong so when you look back it looks much better than it really was.

If the worst is going to happen, it'll happen. Worrying can't protect you from that. And if it doesn't happen then you've missed out on all the time that when you could have been having fun