John Masefield Quotes

I guess what I'm passionate about is, I see so many things that I find that there's no real solution to, and you're only here for such a brief moment in time, even if you live to be a hundred years old. Yet, what happens within that time frame? So many things happen.

I often feel that life is about to begin, only to realize it is almost over.

Time flies never to be recalled.

I am not eternity, but a man; a part of the whole, as an hour is of the day.

Today's today. Tomorrow we may be ourselves gone down the drain of Eternity.

Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!

All things fade and quickly turn to myth.

Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.

We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones.

This was what it meant to be human, to know that time moved and all things changed.

The places we have known do not belong solely to the world of space in which we situate them for our greater convenience. They were only a thin slice among contiguous impressions which formed our life at that time; the memory of a certain image is but regret for a certain moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fleeting, alas, as the years.

Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.

Time sneaks up on you like a windshield on a bug.

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?

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

You only live a short time... and you are dead a long time.

Time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart.

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

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

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

One hundred and ten years from now no one who is here now will be alive.

My work is about my life as an event, and I find myself to be very temporal, transient.

Eternity ceased gradually to serve as the measure and focus of human actions.

You never know how much time you got.

We're all just passing time and occupy our chair very briefly.