Ray Manzarek Quotes

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

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

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

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

Life is just a short period of time in which you are alive.

Our time on Earth is so random.

But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

Time is long but life is short.

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.

Remember that man lives only in the present, in this fleeting instant; all the rest of his life is either past and gone, or not yet revealed.

The hour which gives us life begins to take it away.

Time,- that black and narrow isthmus between two eternities.

Time runs and flows and only our death succeeds in catching up with it. Photography is a blade which, in eternity, impales the dazzling moment.

From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.

... we each have our fleeting hour.

Man, like a light in the night, is kindled and put out.

The present flowed by them like a stream. The tree rustled. It had made music before they were born, and would continue after their deaths, but its song was of the moment. The moment had passed. The tree rustled again. Their senses were sharpened, and they seemed to apprehend life. Life passed. The tree rustled again.

Our days on earth are like a shadow, and the time of our affliction is the length of our days.

Reflect often upon the rapidity with which all existing things, or things coming into existence, sweep past us and are carried away.

Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.

Nature has given man no better thing than shortness of life.

Remember: Matter: how tiny your share of it. Time: how brief and fleeting your allotment of it. Fate: how small a role you play in it.

The saddest thing about ephemerals was that their little lives rarely held time enough for love.