Wallace Stevens Quotes

Time is the fire in which we burn.

Time is not kind to everything.

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

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

Time touches all things with a destroying hand.

The cancer of time is eating us away

Occupation is the scythe of time.

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.

O Time! consumer of all things; O envious age! thou dost destroy all things and devour all things with the relentless teeth of years, little by little in a slow death. Helen, when she looked in her mirror, seeing the withered wrinkles made in her face by old age, wept and wondered why she had twice been carried away.

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

Beauty is transformed over time, and not without destruction.

For most men, time moves slowly, oh so slowly, they don't even realize it. But time has revealed itself to me in a very special way. Time is a rushing, howling wind that rages past me, withering me in a single, relentless blast, and then continues on. I've been sitting here passively, submissive to its rage, watching its work. Listen! Time, howling, withering!

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

I long for the time of no more departures. It has something to do with age, probably.

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?

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

Time destroys everything.

Time is the devourer of all things.

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.

How terrible a thing time is.

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.

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.

Time is the rider that breaks youth.