Jay London Quotes

Tomorrow! - Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.

Today is not forever.

I think the life we are living now is just a blink in the eye of eternity.

Life holds one great but quite commonplace mystery. Though shared by each of us and known to all, seldom rates a second thought. That mystery, which most of us take for granted and never think twice about, is time.

I have wondered about time all my life.

Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow may be for us and it may not.

Time moves on for everyone.

You are caught in the current of unceasing change. Your life is a ripple in it. Every moment of your conscious life links the infinite past with the infinite future. Take part in both and you will not find the present empty.

We'd start slow, the way we always did, because the run, and the game, could go on for a while. Maybe even forever. That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening. Right then, as I ran with Wes into that bright sun, and every moment afterwards. Look, there. Now. Now. Now.

Life is a fragment, a moment between two eternities.

Time will pass and seasons will come and go.

It's life isn't it? You plow ahead and make a hit. And you plow on and someone passes you. Then someone passes them. Time levels.

Time takes all and gives all.

Time stays, we go.

Tomorrow is no man's gift.

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

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

The present is a point just passed.

Every time I think that I am getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.

Remember, tomorrow is promised to no one.

Infancy is what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.

We live in a moment of history where change is so speeded up that we begin to see the present only when it is already disappearing.

You never know how much time you have left.

Everything born has to die, in order to make room for the future.

Every time I think that I'm getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.