Time Quotes

Calendars are for careful people, not passionate ones.

Time is just something that we assign. You know, past, present, it's just all arbitrary. Most Native Americans, they don't think of time as linear; in time, out of time, I never have enough time, circular time, the Stevens wheel. All moments are happening all the time.

All my possessions for a moment of time.

All that really belongs to us is time; even he who has nothing else has that.

Time does not change us. It just unfolds us.

Regret for wasted time is more wasted time.

A single day is enough to make us a little larger.

This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it.

The whole life of man is but a point of time; let us enjoy it.

If we take care of the moments, the years will take care of themselves.

If time flies when you're having fun, it hits the afterburners when you don't think you're having enough.

I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. And then, at other times, every second was significant, etched in my mind.

Time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future and time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present all time is unredeemable.

What very mysterious things days were. Sometimes they fly by, and other times they seem to last forever, yet they are all exactly twenty-four hours. There's quite a lot we don't know about them.

When people go through something rough in life, they say, "I'm taking it one day at a time." Yes, so is everybody. Because that's how time works.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end.

The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

Time is like a fashionable host
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand,
And with his arm outstretch'd, as he would fly,
Grasps in the comer.

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,
A great-sized monster of ingratitudes:
Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour'd
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon as done.

Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what they crave.