Mohsin Hamid Quotes

Time will pass and seasons will come and go.

While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the landscape on either bank seems to change.

We say that time passes, time goes by, and time flows. Those are metaphors. We also think of time as a medium in which we exist.

Time passes irrevocably.

No court can make time stand still.

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.

Time is the rider that breaks youth.

When you're young, you don't realize that things are going to pass and things will move and shift.

Time is a river without banks.

Time rolls his ceaseless course.

There aren't any old times. When times are gone they're not old, they're dead! There aren't any times but new times!

Time passes. That's for sure.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

Time flies, and what is past is done.

Time is the great workman of Nature.

And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.

No barrier was strong enough to keep out the movement of time.

It’s difficult to ever go back to the same places or people. You turn away, even for a moment, and when you turn back around, everything’s changed.

Time changes the nature of the whole world; Everything passes from one state to another And nothing stays like itself.

O Time! Time! how it brings forth and devours! And the roaring flood of existence rushes on forever similar, forever changing!

What came is gone forever every time

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

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

You cannot go into the same water twice.

Each minute bursts in the burning room,The great globe reels in the solar fire,Spinning the trivial and unique away.(How all things flash! How all things flare!)What am I now that I was then?May memory restore again and againThe smallest color of the smallest day:Time is the school in which we learn,Time is the fire in which we burn.