Quotes About Time

the second half of joy is shorter than the first

The past is not a package one can lay away.

Forever – is composed of Nows – 'Tis not a different time – Except for Infiniteness – And Latitude of Home –

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.

Look back on time with kindly eyes, He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature's west!

We all have moments with the dust, but the dew is given.

Softened by Time's consummate plush, How sleek the woe appears That threatened childhood's citadel And undermined the years! Bisected now by bleaker griefs, We envy the despair That devastated childhood's realm, So easy to repair.

Though it may never come again is what makes it so sweet.

This was in the white of the year, That was in the green, Drifts were as difficult then to think As daisies now to be seen. Looking back is best that is left, Or if it be before, Retrospection is prospect's half, Sometimes almost more.

And so, as kinsmen met a-night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.

Long Years apart—can make no Long Years apart—can make no Breach a second cannot fill— The absence of the Witch does not Invalidate the spell— The embers of a Thousand Years Uncovered by the Hand That fondled them when they were Fire Will stir and understand—

I only know that when you shall come back again, the Earth will seem more beautiful, and bigger than it does now, and the blue sky from the window will be all dotted with gold -- though it may not be evening, or time for the stars to come.

I am glad you have an hour for books, those enthralling friends, the immortalities...

The Babies we were are buried, and their shadows are plodding on.

Eternity, Presumption The instant I perceive That you who were Existence Yourself forgot to live

Down Time's quaint stream Without an oar, We are enforced to sail, Our Port—a secret— Our Perchance—a gale. What Skipper would Incur the risk, What Buccaneer would ride, Without a surety from the wind Or schedule of the tide?

What are you reading now? I have little time to read when I am here, but while at home I had a feast in the reading line, I can assure you...Am not I a pendant for telling you what I have been reading? (May 16, 1848 to Abiah Root)

You left me - Sire - two Legacies A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father Had He the offer of - You left me Boundaries of Pain - Capacious as the Sea - Between Eternity and Time - Your Consciousness - and Me -

Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away! So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago.

El para siempre está hecho de muchos «ahoras.

Let us strive together to part with time more reluctantly, to watch the pinions of the fleeting moment until they are dim in the distance, and the new-coming moment claims our attention.

BEQUEST. You left me, sweet, two legacies, — A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.

Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality.

Forever is composed of nows