Persius Quotes

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

Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.

Youth passes like a dream.

Time flies never to be recalled.

Swift speedy time, feathered with flying hours, Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.

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

Oh, the years fly by, that's just natural.

Time slips through our hands like grains of sand, never to return again.

Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!

That which once was, will be no more. Yesterday will never come again. To-day is passing, and will not return. You may work while it is day; but when you have lost that day, it will not return for you to work in. While your candle burns, you may make use of its light, but when it is done, it is too late to use it.

Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.

Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.

For every minute, the future is becoming the past.

The clock never stops, never stops, never waits. We're growing old. It's getting late.

But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

Time, you old gypsy man, will you not stay, put up your caravan just for one day?

Time is a great conference planning our end, and youth is only the past putting a leg forward.

People don't slip. Time catches up with them.

It's pretty scary to know how quickly time flies.

We can change everything but we can't stop time.

The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour Is hastening on; and while we drink and call for gay wreaths, Perfumes, and young girls, old age creeps upon us, unperceived.