Quotes About Time

Experience is by industry achieved, and perfected by the swift course of time

Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.

Had I but died an hour before this chance I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant,There's nothing serious in mortality, All is but toys; renown and grace is dead, The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.

But when they seldom come, they wished for come.

Remembrance of things past.

If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work; But when they seldom come, they wished for come.

Time's glory is to calm contending kings,To unmask falsehood and bring truth to light.

Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?Or sells eternity to get a toy?For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?

The deep of night is crept upon our talk,And nature must obey necessity.

Whose sore taskDoes not divide the Sunday from the week.

Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides;Who covers faults, at last shame them derides.

In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon.

We have seen the best of our time: machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves.

Macbeth: What is the night?Lady Macbeth: Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

The time and my intents are savage-wild,More fierce and more inexorable farThan empty tigers or the roaring sea.

A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of timeAnd razure of oblivion.

It faded on the crowing of the cock.Some say that ever 'gainst that season comesWherein our Savior's birth is celebrated,The bird of dawning singeth all night long;And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad;The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

The ripest fruit first falls.

Time is like a fashionable host,That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand,And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly,Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles,And farewell goes out sighing.

Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,That Time will come and take my love away.This thought is as a death, which cannot chooseBut weep to have that which it fears to lose.

At Christmas I no more desire a roseThan wish a snow in May's newfangled mirth;But like of each thing that in season grows.

Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,Frosty, but kindly.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.