Thomas Becket Quotes

We are all the foolishness and all the crimes we did. We're also all the kindnesses we did. I hate to think of life as if we understood time. We don't understand time.

Time destroys the speculation of men, but it confirms nature.

It ends all things: birds, trees, flowers, mountain tops, and business; it grinds stones to sand, and as terrible as it is, and it's the most beautiful thing we have in our lives - time.

But time has set its maggot on their track.

Time makes fools of us all. Our only comfort is that greater shall come after us.

Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.

A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.

Things were here before you and will be here after you're gone. The geographic features, especially, give you a sense of your own place in the world and in time.

It is useless to contend with the irresistible power of Time, which goes on continually creating by a process of constant destruction.

What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?

What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!

Time destroys everything.

Time is not kind to everything.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.

Nothing cannot exist forever.

He could not die when trees were green, for he loved the time too well.

I'm interested in time, fame, death, beauty, truth, all those things.

Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.

Time is the devourer of all things.

There's a harsh reality - nothing lasts forever. You have to be ready to grow, and grow fast.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

Everything dies, from the smallest blade of grass to the biggest galaxy.

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

No reasonable man would think more highly of himself because he has office or power in this world; he is no more than a prisoner whom the chief gaoler has set over his fellow-prisoners, until the executioner's cart comes for him too.