John Barton Quotes

It's pretty scary to know how quickly time flies.

Time never stood still for me. It went too fast; that was the bad thing about it!

The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered.

The most intractable of our experiences is the experience of Time-the intuition of duration, combined with the thought of perpetual perishing.

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?

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

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

I believe we all must face the fact of death. It is both gift and curse.

Time flies never to be recalled.

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

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Middle Age - later than you think and sooner than you expect.

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.

It's almost mind-boggling how time flies.

Why is youth so short and age so long?

Every thing admonishes us how needlessly long life is.

Knowing you are alive is watching on every side your generation's short time falling away as fast as rivers drop through air, and feeling it hit.

Life is long. But it goes fast.

A man must have grown old and lived long in order to see how short life is.

Time flies whether you are having fun or not.

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.

The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.

Most of the time one night blends into the next and weeks blend into weeks and months into other months. And sooner or later we all die. But at the beginning of the night anything’s possible.