Barnabus Quotes

Mother Nature and Father Time have not been happy with me.

Time is the rider that breaks youth.

It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.

Time is truly the great enemy. It's not the great healer, it's the great stealer.

We tried not to age, but time had its rage.

Time is the fire in which we burn.

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

Each great athlete must some day bow to that perennial old champion, Father Time, even as I, for Time eventually wins.

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

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

Time is undefeated.

Time moves on for everyone.

There was no way to grasp the reality of the present which slid away each second, invisible as air; reality only existed after the fact, in one's vision of the past.

Time's a strange fellow; more he gives than takes (and he takes all).

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.

When you're young, you don't realize that things are going to pass and things will move and shift.

Time is the subtle thief of youth.

Reflect often upon the rapidity with which all existing things, or things coming into existence, sweep past us and are carried away.

I think a lot about the past, it's true. But at my age, the past is more present than the here and now. And there is not much percentage in the future.

Try to hold on to youth and it mocks you while it sprints away.

Theoretically, we know that the world turns, but in fact we do not notice it, the earth on which we walk does not seem to move andwe live on in peace. This is how it is concerning Time in our lives. And to render its passing perceptible, novelists must... have their readers cross ten, twenty, thirty years in two minutes.

You are too young to know how the world changes everyday,' said Mrs Creakle, 'and how the people in it pass away. But we all have to learn it, David; some of us when we are young, some of us when we are old, some of us at all times in our lives.

Didn't we, like our grandchildren, begin with a childhood we thought would never end? Now, all of a sudden, I'm older than my parents were when I thought they were old.

We think very little of time present; we anticipate the future, as being too slow, and with a view to hasten it onward, we recall the past to stay it as too swiftly gone. We are so thoughtless, that we thus wander through the hours which are not here, regardless only of the moment that is actually our own.