Herbert Spencer Quotes

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

I am really curious about life, about why we are all here. I notice my skin is ageing, things are changing, I've seen people dying, so that's the train we are all on.

People always talk about how time flies; it's become sort of a colloquialism now. You don't really understand it until you reach your late 30s and early 40s - and I'm sure time will move even faster as I get older.

I'm getting older. That's realistic. I can't reverse time. I can slow it down a little bit.

Father Time is whether you're an athlete or not an athlete. Father Time is always around. I think I'm just special.

And what's a life? - a weary pilgrimage, Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age.

Time indeed has very little to do with living except at its beginning or near its end.

We are an episode between two oblivions.

We throw our parties; we abandon our families to live alone in Canada; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes. We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep--it's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us, the vast majority, are slowly devoured by some disease or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself.

Time is an illusion that makes us all pant.

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.

Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.

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.

What you call man is time.

The most precious thing a human being has to give is time. There is so very little of it, after all, in a life.

Time was rushing around me like water around a big wet rock. The only difference is, I was not so durable as stones. Very quickly I would be smoothed away.

Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!

I figure if Doc is right about the time I have left,I should wrap up my adolescence in the next few days, get into my early productive stages about the third week of school, go through my midlife crisis during Martin Luther King Jr's birthday, redouble my efforts at productivity and think about my legacy, say, Easter, and start cashing in my 401(k)s a couple weeks before Memorial Day.

We all have same beginning (BIRTH), and we will have same ending (DEATH). So how different can we be?

We were all born of flesh, in a flare of pain. We do not remember the red roots whence we rose, but we know that we rose and walked, that after a while we shall lie down again.

In truth, how much time do any of us really have?

When we are young we lay up for old age; when we are old we save for death.

Curse ruthless time! Curse our mortality. How cruelly short is the allotted span for all we must cram into it!

I learned life were no dream I learned truth deceived Man is not God Life is a century Death an instant

Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - .