Clare Boothe Luce Quotes

If I could, I would stop the passage of time. But hour follows on hour, minute on minute, each second robbing me of a morsel of myself for the nothing of tomorrow. I shall never experience this moment again.

Drink up, boys, drink up and don’t worry, if we finish this bottle we’ll go down and buy another one. Of course, it won’t be the same as the one we’ve got now, but it’ll still be better than nothing. Ah, what a shame they don’t make Los Suicidas mezcal anymore, what a shame that time pases, don’t you think? what a shame that we die, and get old, and everything good goes galloping away from us.

I notice the silvery hair at his temples with a tinge of sadness. Why do parents grow old? Life is a castle of lies slowly dismantled by the passage of time. I regret not spending more time looking at the people I love.

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?

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?

I used to love getting older.

But though first love's impassioned blindness Has passed away in colder light, I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till our last goodnight. The ever-rolling silent hours Will bring a time we shall not know, When our young days of gathering flowers Will be an hundred years ago.

Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!

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

Turning 50 gives me more yesterdays than tomorrows.

Maybe it's just getting older, but I don't want to miss things.

I think when you turn 50 you get a little melancholic in a way.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

A woman would rather visit her own grave than the place where she has been young and beautiful after she is aged and ugly.

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

I had many decades of me time and now I just don't have that anymore. There are days when I rail against it.

I can't believe I've turned into a typical old man. I can't believe it. I was young just minutes ago.

Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.

I'm afraid that the passage of time is mostly lost on me. If you were to open up my head you would see that I'm still brooding about statements, songs and issues from the third grade. The years between 1980 and today went by very, very quickly.

Once, I went speeding past an old couple and smiled as I imagined their conversation: him grumbling about me and her telling him not to be such an old grouch. Then, suddenly I was in tears, thinking, 'I'll never get to be a grumpy old grandpa!'

The notion of time bothers me. You look at thirty-year-old photographs and realize how the time has passed.

You wake up one day and suddenly realize that your youth is behind you, even though you're still young at heart.

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

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.

I was the future once.