Quotes About Time

I notice where Death has been introduced, he frequently calls, making it desirable to forestall his advances.

A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's A clock stopped -- not the mantel's Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket! The figures hunched with pain, Then quivered out of decimals Into degreeless noon. It will not stir for doctors, This pendulum of snow; The shopman importunes it, While cool, concernless No Nods from the gilded pointers, Nods from seconds slim, Decades of arrogance between The dial life and him.

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet

Sweet hours have perished here; This is a mighty room; Within its precincts hopes have played,— Now shadows in the tomb.

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love ; but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.

Forever - is composed of Nows - 'Tis not a different time - Except for Infiniteness - And Latitude of Home - From this - experienced Here - Remove the Dates - to These - Let Months dissolve in further Months - And Years - exhale in Years -

Part Four: Time and Eternity CXIV I SING to use the waiting, My bonnet but to tie, And shut the door unto my house; No more to do have I, Till, his best step approaching, 5 We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away.

punctual as a star

Ma c'è dell'altro? Oltre all'amore e alla morte? Allora dimmene il nome.

You left me - Sire -two Legacies - A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of - You left me Boundaries of Pain - Capacious as the Sea - Between Etemity and Time - Your Consciousness - and Me - 644

I don't know which it is - 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 had no time to Hate— Because The Grave would hinder Me— And Life was not so Ample I Could finish—Enmity— Nor had I time to Love— But since Some Industry must be— The little Toil of Love— I thought Be large enough for Me—

Dicen que el tiempo cura, pero el tiempo jamás cura de nada, lo que duele de veras duele más con la edad, como pasa a los tendones.

Il sempre è fatto di attimi.

DAWN. When night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It 's time to smooth the hair And get the dimples ready, And wonder we could care For that old faded midnight That frightened but an hour.

When roses cease to bloom, dear

Immortal is an ample word When what we need is by But when it leaves us for a time 'Tis a necessity. Of Heaven above the firmest proof We fundamental know Except for its marauding Hand It had been Heaven below.

In this short life, that only last an hour merely. How much how little is within our power.

We turn not older with years, but newer every day.

In this short life that only lasts an hour / How much – how little – is within our power.

So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago.

To-morrow, night will come again

Es un raro placer que nos ahorma hallar un viejo libro con la ropa que usaba en aquel tiempo, creo que un privilegio. Cogerle de la mano venerable, calentarla en la nuestra y dar un paso o dos hacia el pasado, al tiempo en que era joven.

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.