Quotes About Time

I'm thinking 'tis only slaves do be giving heed to the day that's gone or the day to come.

ANNA [After a pause dreamily.] Funny! I do feel sort of nutty, to-night. I feel old. CHRIS [Mystified. ] Old? ANNA Sure like I'd been living a long, long time out here in the fog. [Frowning perplexedly.] I don't know how to tell you yust what I mean.

You ask if everything dissolves like this in a thin haze of memories, if in this torpid hour or the breaker's sigh every destiny's fulfilled. I'd like to say no, that the moment when you'll pass out of time is rushing toward you; maybe only those who want to become infinite, and, who knows, you can do it; I cannot.

Not having money is time consuming. There are hours spent at laundromats, hours at bus stops, hours at free clinics, hours at thrift stores, hours on the phone with the bank or the credit card company or the phone company over some fee, some little charge, some mistake

So little cost to comprehend that what has long been lawful, over centuries, comes forever out of Nature.

No creáis nunca que los opulentos son dichosos hasta no llegar su última hora.

No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.

All futurity wears the head of an insect.

Forever doesn't exist because it hasn't started yet.

The world I hadn't grown up in was spinning away.

Every evil weaves itself into the fabric of history, never to be undone. Yet at the same time—at the very same time—each of us gets a new soul with which to start the world again. It

Here stand my books, line upon line They reach the roof, and row by row, They speak of faded tastes of mine, And things I did, but do not, know.

much is gained by patience

Every parent is astonished when their child becomes, quite suddenly, a young person. Only yesterday … Why didn't we notice what was happening when it was happening? Why had we been too busy to enjoy her progress towards the cusp of maturity?

It seemed that all the time in the world had passed, and that none had passed at all.

The one economic medicine so bitter that no minister in the seventies had thought of trying it was duly uncorked and poured into the spoon. It was time for Britain to grimace and open her mouth.

But at my back I always hearTime's winged chariot hurrying near;And yonder all before us lieDeserts of vast eternity.

Had we but world enough, and time,This coyness, lady, were no crime.

Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long Loves Day.

But at my back I always hear Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near

But at my back I always hear Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long-preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust; The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.

But at my back I always hear Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapt power.

My vegetable love will grow Vaster than empires, and more slow.