Quotes About Time

street. He had gone to his room in the Rest and had taken a brief nap. From boyhood he had slept when there was opportunity and eaten when he found time. He had taken time to shave and change his shirt, thinking all the while. The

in his younger years he had ridden the outlaw trail until time brought wisdom.

standing there, looking about. He reached into his vest pocket and took out his watch, glanced at it, then returned it to his pocket and walked back to his office. Jordy Neff was waiting

And where, in my time, would my body lie?

A year? What is a year? All time is relative. One day may be a lifetime, a year can be forever. It is not the number of days but what goes into those days.

He wastes no time yet is never hurried.

Kill him? Would that be it? No man knew better than he the tricks that Destiny plays on a man, or how often the right man dies at the wrong time and place. A man never wore a gun without inviting trouble, he never stepped into a street and began the gunman's walk without the full knowledge that he might be a shade too slow, that some small thing might disturb him just long enough!

Who is to say? What is love? Perhaps for a time I loved her; perhaps in a way I love her still. Perhaps when a man has held a woman in his arms, there is a little of her with him forever

Vincent Benét's poem The Ballad of William Sycamore.

in a mighty hurry—both of 'em.

A lot of people hear about violence but never come face to face with it, and they've no experience with men of violence. One thing I'd learned a long time back: you just can't waste time talking. If there's talking to do, do it afterwards.

All that was long ago, and a mill does not turn upon water that is past, nor does a ship sail with the winds of yesterday.

Sometimes I wonder if anything is ever ended. The words a man speaks today live on in his thoughts or the memories of others, and the shot fired, the blow struck, the thing done today is like a stone tossed into a pool and the ripples keep widening out until they touch lives far from ours.

I think that no two men age at the same rate, or learn equal sums from experience. Some

You can marry me now and resent at leisure.

gradualism in theory, is perpetuity in practice.

In a time when the chance of another civil war did not seem remote, a philosophy that warned against the idolatry of ideas was possibly the only philosophy on which a progressive politics could have been successfully mounted.

there. During

How many onions do you think we've eaten?" he asked. Zero shrugged. "I don't even know how long we've been here." "I'd say about a week," said Stanley. "And we probably each eat about twenty onions a day, so that's…" "Two hundred and eighty onions," said Zero. Stanley smiled. "I bet we really stink.

After all, you only have one life, so you should make the most of it.

You are to dig one hole each day, including Saturdays and Sundays. Each hole must be five feet deep, and five feet across in every direction. Your shovel is your measuring stick. Breakfast is served at 4:30.

He stared at the clock. Sometimes, it seemed the hands didn't move at all. Other times, he'd blink, and it would be half an hour later. Time didn't always make sense at Wayside School.

She examined her fingernails and said, "It's almost time for me to paint my nails again." Before she left, she told the six remaining members of Group D that she still expected seven holes.

What worried him the most, however, wasn't that it was too late. What worried him the most, what really ate at his insides, was the fear that it wasn't too late.