Meghan O'Rourke Quotes

You have to hurry up if you want to see something, everything disappears.

Time is death.

The hardest thing for me is the sense of impermanence. All passes; nothing returns.

Each of us is merely a small instrument; all of us, after accomplishing our mission, will disappear.

Time was such an odd thing. One moment you could talk to someone, then suddenly, they were gone.

But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.

Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change.

Everything is about to disappear. You've got to hurry up if you still want to see things.

Time says hush: by the gong of time you live. Listen and you hear time saying you were silent long before you came to life and you will again be silent long after you leave it, why not be a little silent now? Hush yourself, noisy little man. Time hushes all: the gong of time rang for you to come out of the hush and you were born. The gong of time will ring for you to go back to the same hush you came from. Winners and losers, the weak and the strong, those who say little and try to say it well, and those who babble and prattle their lives away, time hushes all.

Time bears away all things.

Our nemesis is time, against which we have a single ally, memory, and even it betrays us.

Occupation is the scythe of time.

For me, the problem of time is linked up with that of death, with the thought that we inevitably draw closer and closer to it, with the horror of decay.

Time is that in which all things pass away.

I only know that it was, and ceased to be; and that I have written, and there I leave it.

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.

We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure.

Time is a great ocean which, like the other ocean, overflows with our remains.

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

... we each have our fleeting hour.

Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you musn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.

To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.

You can kill time in a number of ways but it always depends on the kind of time you're fighting: some time is unkillable, immortal

O time! swift devourer of all created things!

Some things are forgotten, some things disappear, some things die.