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.

Time's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood and bring truth to light, To stamp the seal of time in aged things, To wake the morn of sentinel the night, To wrong the wronger till he render right, To ruinate proud buildings with thy hour And smear with dust their glittering golden towers.

Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.

Ruin has taught me to ruminate,
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

The extreme parts of time extremely forms all causes to the purpose of his speed.

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

I wasted time and now doth time waste me.

Our duty is to preserve what the past has had to say for itself, and to say for ourselves what shall be true for the future.

The dogmas of the quiet past, are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise with the occasion. As our case is new, so we must think anew and act anew. We must disenthrall ourselves, and then we shall save our country.

Time is at once the most valuable and the most perishable of all our possessions.

These times of ours are series and full of calamity, but all times are essentially alike. As soon as there is life there is danger.

It seemed like forever ago, like we’d had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.

Doing a thing well is often a waste of time.

So little time and so little to do.

Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.

There is never enough time, unless you're serving it.

What may be done at any time will be done at no time.

Time cools, time clarifies; no mood can be maintained quite unaltered through the course of hours.

The great French Marshall Lyautey once asked his gardener to plant a tree. The gardener objected that the tree was slow growing and would not reach maturity for 100 years. The Marshall replied, 'In that case, there is no time to lose; plant it this afternoon!'

Time is a cruel thief to rob us of our former selves. We lose as much to life as we do to death.

Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.

Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.

Time is the most valuable thing a man can spend.

An unhurried sense of time is in itself a form of wealth.

People find life entirely too time-consuming.

I don't think of the past. The only thing that matters is the everlasting present.

Oh! Do not attack me with your watch. A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch.

Nothing is as far away as one minute ago.

The trouble with being punctual is that nobody's there to appreciate it.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of history to wait for the train of the future to run over him.

Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time; for that's the stuff life is made of.

How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.

This moment contains all moments.

Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.

Lost time is never found again.

Time is money.

You may delay, but time will not.

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.

What, then, is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know.

To us, the moment 8:17 A.M. means something - something very important, if it happens to be the starting time of our daily train. To our ancestors, such an odd eccentric instant was without significance - did not even exist. In inventing the locomotive, Watt and Stevenson were part inventors of time.

The past is a ghost, the future a dream, and all we ever have is now.

Time makes more converts than reason.

There's no present. There's only the immediate future and the recent past.

There is time for everything.

We must use time as a tool, not as a crutch.

Prediction is very difficult, especially about the future.

The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

The beauty of the past belongs to the past.

All that is not eternal is eternally out of date.

Employ thy time well, if thou meanest to get leisure.

If you go flying back through time, and you see somebody else flying forward into the future, it's probably best to avoid eye contact.

The only way to maintain a moderate sum of happiness in this life, is not to worry about the future or regret the past too much.

You can never plan the future by the past.

Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me. That means nothing. People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.

We seem to be going through a period of nostalgia, and everyone seems to think yesterday was better than today. I don't think it was, and I would advise you not to wait ten years before admitting today was great. If you're hung up on nostalgia, pretend today is yesterday and just go out and have one hell of a time.

Punctuality is the thief of time.

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.

The best thing about the future is that it comes only one day at a time.

I've seen the future, and it's much like the present -- only longer.

Eternity's a terrible thought. I mean, where's it all going to end?

They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.

Forever is composed of nows.

Time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration.

But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.

I confess, I do not believe in time.

We always overestimate the change that will occur in the next two years and underestimate the change that will occur in the next ten.

Like as the waves make towards
the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes hasten to their end.

When the past no longer illuminates the future, the spirit walks in darkness.

He who controls the present, controls the past. He who controls the past, controls the future.

Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.

The time which we have at our disposal every day is elastic; the passions we feel expand it, those that we inspire contract it, and habit fills up what remains.

Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.

The moments of the past do not remain still; they retain in our memory the motion which drew them towards the future, towards a future which has itself become the past, and draw us on in their train.

We have it in our power to begin the world over again.

It is only the modern that ever becomes old-fashioned.

Everything comes too late for those who only wait.

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.