time quotes

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.

Human self-understanding changes with time, and so also human consciousness deepens.

The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour.

No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.

Time and the hour run through the roughest day.

Speeches that are measured by the hour will die with the hour.

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

Time stays, we go.

The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

Life is so, so short. Bible says it’s like a vapor.

Manners require time, and nothing is more vulgar than haste.

The true history of my administration will be written 50 years from now, and you and I will not be around to see it.

Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery: He has not been broken in two by time; he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul but his life.

I’m fascinated by the fact that we can’t grasp anything about time.

Growing old is like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven’t committed.

Whenever I think about movies, I always look at that art process as having the best of a lot of worlds. Because if you watch a great film, you have a musical element to it, not just on the scoring, but in the way that the shots are edited – that has music and rhythm and time.

Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?

A truer image of the world, I think, is obtained by picturing things as entering into the stream of time from an eternal world outside, than from a view which regards time as the devouring tyrant of all that is.

Everything happens to everybody sooner or later if there is time enough.

Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.

All fiction is about people, unless it’s about rabbits pretending to be people. It’s all essentially characters in action, which means characters moving through time and changes taking place, and that’s what we call ‚the plot‘.

We are time’s subjects, and time bids be gone.

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

He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

I don’t know how much longer I’ll be around. I’ll probably be writing when the Lord says, ‚Maya, Maya Angelou, it’s time.‘

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

For most of us, wisdom is acquired in the thicket of experience and usually meets us somewhere along the way if we live long enough. But sooner is better than later.

Time is compressed like the fist I close on my knee… I hold inside it the clues and solutions and the power for what I must do now.

There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered.

We usually lose today, because there has been a yesterday, and tomorrow is coming.

People of Berlin – people of the world – this is our moment. This is our time.

Either he’s dead or my watch has stopped.

Yesterday’s weirdness is tomorrow’s reason why.

If a man or woman is born ten years sooner or later, their whole aspect and performance shall be different.

Whatever must happen ultimately should happen immediately.

In Hollywood, a lot of times when something is in development, it just takes a lot of time.

We should not say that one man’s hour is worth another man’s hour, but rather that one man during an hour is worth just as much as another man during an hour. Time is everything, man is nothing: he is at the most time’s carcass.

But time has set its maggot on their track.

Yesterday’s just a memory, tomorrow is never what it’s supposed to be.

Glance into the world just as though time were gone: and everything crooked will become straight to you.

The magical, supernatural force that is with us every second is time. We can’t even comprehend it. It’s such an illusion, it’s such a strange thing.

Art is always and everywhere the secret confession, and at the same time the immortal movement of its time.

I don’t think that the total creation took place in six days as we now measure time. If we can confirm, say, the Big Bang theory, that doesn’t at all cause me to question my faith that God created the Big Bang.

We are at the very beginning of time for the human race. It is not unreasonable that we grapple with problems. But there are tens of thousands of years in the future. Our responsibility is to do what we can, learn what we can, improve the solutions, and pass them on.

Our soul is cast into a body, where it finds number, time, dimension. Thereupon it reasons, and calls this nature necessity, and can believe nothing else.

Well, the future for me is already a thing of the past.

The universe can take quite a while to deliver.

Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.

You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.

Forever is composed of nows.

People look to time in expectation that it will eventually make them happy, but you cannot find true happiness by looking toward the future.

For time and the world do not stand still. Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future.

For me, time is the greatest mystery of all. The fact is that we’re dreaming all the time. That’s what really gets me. We have a fathomless lake of unconsciousness just beneath our skulls.

The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.

Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.

I left the woods for as good a reason as I went there. Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several more lives to live and could not spare any more time for that one.

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

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.

Life being very short, and the quiet hours of it few, we ought to waste none of them in reading valueless books.