Quotes About Time

He makes a July's day short as December.

How like a winter hath my absence been.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

We see which way the stream of time doth runAnd are enforc'd from our most quiet sphereBy the rough torrent of occasion.

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere wellIt were done quickly; if the assassinationCould trammel up the consequence, and catchWith his surcease success; that but this blowMight be the be-all and the end-all here,But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,We'd jump the life to come.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

True is it that we have seen better days.

My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,That fools should be so deep-contemplative,And I did laugh sans intermissionAn hour by his dial.

Fear no more the heat o' the sun,Nor the furious winter's rages;Thou thy worldly task hast done,Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;Golden lads and girls all must,As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defacedThe rich proud cost of outworn buried age,When sometime lofty towers I see down-rasedAnd brass eternal slave to mortal rage;When I have seen the hungry ocean gainAdvantage on the kingdom of the shore,And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main,Increasing store with loss and loss with store.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.

Had I but died an hour before this chanceI had liv'd 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 leesIs left this vault to brag of.

Love that comes too late,Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;For now hath time made me his numbering clock:My thoughts are minutes.

Live to be the show and gaze o' the time.

This news is old enough, yet it is every day's news.

Who woo'd in haste and means to wed at leisure.

O God! that one might read the book of fate.

The very staff of my age, my very prop.

Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again?

Nature does require Her time of preservation, which perforce I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal Must give my attendance to.

The memory be green.

I'll put a girdle round about the earthIn forty minutes.

William Shakespeare