Quotes About Time

Life is short, God's way of encouraging a bit of focus.

Love is at first a set of delusions, which, as time goes by, are discarded like training wheels, and you love truly.

Love is given to us as a time, but to keep it always, we must make it a place.

'Twas here we loved in sunnier days and greener; And now, in this disconsolate decay, I come to see her where I most have seen her, And touch the happier day.

What shall I do with the night and the day, with this life and this death?

So, take, and use thy work: Amend what flaws may lurk, What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim! My times be in thy hand! Perfect the cup as planned! Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same!

Fool! All that is, at all, Lasts ever, past recall; Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure: What entered into thee, That was, is, and shall be: Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.

I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time.

The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand.

He said, "What's time? Leave Now for dogs and apes!Man has Forever."

Therefore I summon ageTo grant youth's heritage.

Dear dead women, with such hair, too—what's become of all the goldUsed to hang and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.

Grow old along with me The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made Our times are in his hand who saith, A whole I planned, Youth shows but half trust God See all, nor be afraid

Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!

What's a man's age He must hurry more, that's all Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew

Come with me now, Pilgrim of the stars, For our time is upon us and our eyes shall see the far country and the shining cities of Infinity which the wise men knew in ages past, and shall know again in ages yet to be.

John Anderson my jo, John,When we were first acquent,Your locks were like the raven,Your bonie brow was brent;But now your brow is beld, John,Your locks are like the snaw,But blessings on your frosty pow,John Anderson my jo!