Winifred Holtby Quotes

Time, Ms. McHenry," Townsend said. "It can be a cruel, cruel thing

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

[But] age, the common enemy of mankind, has laid his hand upon you; would that it had fallen upon some other, and that you were still young.

I think time is a merciless thing. I think life is a process of burning oneself out and time is the fire that burns you.

The gods have been good to you. But what the gods give they quickly take away. You have only a few years in which to live really, perfectly, and fully. When your youth goes, your beauty will go with it, and then you will suddenly discover that there are no triumphs left for you, or have to content yourself with those mean triumphs that the memory of your past will make more bitter than defeats. Every month as it wanes bring you nearer to something dreadful. Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.

Time in his aging overtakes all things alike.

Time itself is our tragedy and most of us are fighting some kind of war against it.

Can't pretend that growin' older never hurts.

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus

ForTime, not Corydon, hath conquered thee.

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

I've always been keenly aware of the passing of time. I've always thought that I was old. Even when I was twelve, I thought it was awful to be thirty. I felt that something was lost. At the same time, I was aware of what I could gain, and certain periods of my life have taught me a great deal. But, in spite of everything, I've always been haunted by the passing of time and by the fact that death keeps closing in on us.

There is nothing fatherly about time and what it does to us, either.

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.

When Time shall turne those Amber Lockes to Gray.

Time ... brings us everything we have and are, then comes with a back-loader and starts taking it all away.

You can't be young always. The day will come when everything will fall apart.

O Time and change! - with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!

Devouring Time and envious Age, all things yield to you; and with lingering death you destroy, step by step, with venomed tooth whatever you attack.

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

Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.

Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.