Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes

Inelegantly, and without my consent, time passed.

The hour-hand of life.

The older we get, the swifter time seems to pass and the quicker memories seem to fade.

Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.

You know it's only 50 miles from Grand River to Canton, but it took me 67 years to travel that distance.

When you are forty, half of you belongs to the past... And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

Time really has gone by fast. I don't know if your path is pre-written or what, but it's crazy how one thing just leads to another.

My position has always been that the way people age and the signs that we show of aging is nature's way of tattooing. It's natural scarification, and the life you lead gives you the symbols and the emblems of your life, the road map you followed.

Definitely, life changes as it goes on a little bit, for sure.

Youth is an arithmetical statement of passing interest, each hour eats it up.

Time marches on and sooner or later you realize it is marching across your face.

Old age is a lease nature only signs as a particular favor, and it may be, to one, only in the space of two or three ages; and then with a pass to boot, to carry him through, all the traverses and difficulties she has strewed in the way of his long career.

Still on it creeps, Each little moment at another's heels, Till hours, days, years, and ages are made up Of such small parts as these, and men look back Worn and bewilder'd, wondering how it is.

Just as darkness is sometimes defined as the absence of light, so age is defined as the absence of youth.

With age, it really becomes thinking about how time has passed - that's sort of the root of age.

Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

You can almost measure where you are in life by the degree to which you have begun looking back rather than ahead.

Funny, isn't it, how your whole life goes by while you think you're only planning the way you're going to live it?

Life is like riding in a taxi. Whether you are going anywhere or not, the meter keeps ticking.

There is nothing like it for morale to be reminded that the years are passing - ever more quickly - and that bits are dropping off the ancient frame. But it is nice to be remembered at all.

Time talks behind our back. To our face it's friendly and logical, never hesitating to give more of itself. But when we're not looking, it steals our lives and says bad things about us to the parts of us it's stolen

The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.

Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.