Quotes About Time

Hangs in the uncertain balance of proud time.

The time that leads to mastery is dependent on the intensity of our focus.

Because we believe that one moment is more or less like the next, we lose touch with the essential urgency of the present, the fact that each passing moment is the one moment for the practice of freedom.

Few fallacies are more dangerous or easier to fall into than that by which, having read a given book, we assume that we will continue to know its contents permanently, or having mastered a discipline in the past, we assume that we control it in the present. Philosophically speaking, "to learn" is a verb with not legitimate tense.

For time, which can extend and magnify you, cannot liberate you from the confines of your skin or alter nature from its enduring shape.

The pain of growing old lies specifically in the fact that part of us does not grow old.

The years forget our errors and forgive our sins, but they punish our inaction with living death.

Written truth is four-dimensional. If we consult it at the wrong time, or read it at the wrong pace, it is as empty and shapeless as a dress on a hook.

Bacon says that to conquer nature, we must first obey it; but man, who has humbled himself toward space and matter, is still proud toward time.

We go to sleep, and time speeds by us like starlight, whisking us hours closer to the grave. Yet sleep rejuvenates; these lost hours slow down aging and keep us young; time running fast means that Time will run slow.

We are, paradoxically, unkind to the present, ignoring the opportunity to project it into the future, forgetting it as soon as it is past. As we would injure children by spoiling them, we injure time by being too attentive to its ephemera.

A monstrous fallacy of time, so ingrained that it is almost automatic, is the idea that we necessarily learn more and more about important human experiences as time passes.

The new is forever new, but our powers to appreciate it quickly weaken and age. The new is forever the same, but our language for understanding it changes with the shadows. The truth is forever the same, forever new.

historian C. V Wedgwood, "History is lived forwards but it is written in retrospect. We know the end before we consider the beginning and we can never wholly recapture what it was to know the beginning only."43

My family and I would never receive royalties on the revenue that my materials brought into the church materials that were created on our own personal time.

The clock of life is wound but once, And no man has the power To tell just when the hands will stop At late or early hour. To lose one's wealth is sad indeed, To lose one's health is more, To lose one's soul is such a loss That no man can restore. The present only is our own, So live, love, toil with a will, Place no faith in "Tomorrow," For the Clock may then be still.

What happens when the future has come and gone?

We are to seek wisdom and understanding only in the length of days.

If you can achieve puberty, you can achieve a past.

All the new thinking is about loss.In this it resembles the old thinking.The idea, for example, that each particular erasesthe luminous clarity of a general idea.

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter (Creation, Preservation, Destruction, Quiescence).

Take the time to write. You can do your life's work in half an hour a day.

One may prefer spring and summer to autumn and winter, but preference is hardly to the point. The earth turns, and we live in the grain of nature, turning with it.

So few things we need to know. And the old wisdoms shudder in us and grow slack. Like renunciation. Like the melancholy beauty of giving it all up. Like walking steadfast in the rhythms, winter light and summer dark. And the time for cutting furrows and the dance