Quotes About Time

Gather therefore the Rose, whilst yet is prime,For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower:Gather the Rose of love, whilst yet is time.

Ah! when will this long weary day have end,And lend me leave to come unto my love?

I was promised on a timeTo have reason for my rhyme;From that time unto this season,I received nor rhyme nor reason.

Tell her the joyous time will not be stayedUnlesse she do him by the forelock take.

But times do change and move continually.

Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion

one louing howre For many yeares of sorrow can dispence: A dram of sweet is worth a pound of sowre

The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that time hath made.

The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made;Stronger by weakness, wiser, men becomeAs they draw near to their eternal home.Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view,That stand upon the threshold of the new.

When we are young... we often experience things in the present with a nostalgia-in-advance, but we seldom guess what we will truly prize years from now.

I'd learned to feel nostalgia for my own youth while I was living it.

If I could only remember that the days were, not bricks to be laid row on row, to be built into a solid house, where one might dwell in safety and peace, but only food for the fires of the heart.

If I could only remember that the days were not bricks to be laid row on row, to be built into a solid house, where one might dwell in safety and peace, but only food for the fires of the heart, the fires which keep the poet alive as the citizen never lives, but which burn all the roofs of security!

Es posible que tenga algo que ver con el trópico, aquí todo madura y se descompone con facilidad. Nada persiste.

A writer's working hours are his waking hours. He is working as long as he is conscious and frequently when he isn't.

Some day the marriageable age for women will be advanced from twenty to thirty, and the old maid line will be changed from thirty to forty. When that time comes there will be surprisingly few divorces. The husband of whom we dream at twenty is not at all the type of man who attracts us at thirty.

And in the stillness of the room you heard the roar and howl and crash of the great river whose flood had caught them land shaken them and brought Magnolia Ravenal to bed ahead of her time.

What can death do to you at ninety that life hasn't done to you already!

That's it! We belong to the nineteen hundreds, Vaughan, and Dike and Lina and even Madam, old as she is. But Mike and Reggie and kids like that, why, they're demi-siècle, they're half century, they belong to the two thousands. It scares you, it sounds so far away—but not to them. They'll have the job of fixing up all our mistakes, the demi-siècle boys and girls will. We're tail end of an era.

You'll be old yourself someday." "I know it. That's why I hate 'em.

Reata," he said two decades later

Cut if you will with sleep's dull knife The years from off your life, my friend! The years that death takes off my life, He'll take from off the other end!

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do.