Quotes About Time

How can one expect a state of abundance to be everlasting?

Hey! Not so fast, or we might arrive on time. Freedom means never arriving on time—never, never!

Si longue que soit la vie, elle n'est qu'un long retard de la mort

One writes to make a home for oneself, on paper, in time and in others' minds.

and wait for daylight.

They became aware of it suddenly just after four o'clock

The trip across the Atlantic took more than two months.

It brought the total run since the beginning of the gale to 84 miles—in six days.

But at five o'clock they knew it was time to give up. She was done, and nobody needed to tell them.

But Worsley took his chronometer out to the edge of the floe and timed the interval between swells—eighteen seconds

And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-longThat on the stretched forefinger of all TimeSparkle forever.

Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.

Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast,And in a little while our lips are dumb.Let us alone. What is it that will last?All things are taken from us, and becomePortions and parcels of the dreadful Past.

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,The vapors weep their burthen to the ground,Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,And after many a summer dies the swan.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.

But the tender grace of a day that is deadWill never come back to me.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,Ring, happy bells, across the snow:The year is going, let him go;Ring out the false, ring in the true.

The days will grow to weeks, the weeks to months,The months will add themselves and make the years,The years will roll into the centuries,And mine will ever be a name of scorn.

And Time, a maniac scattering dust,And Life, a Fury slinging flame.

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.

I know that age to age succeeds,Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds,A dust of systems and of creeds.

The only use of a knowledge of the past is to equip us for the present. The present contains all that there is. It is holy ground; for it is the past, and it is the future.