Every year you wait, long ago gets farther away.
People permit life to slide past them like a deft pickpocket, their purse-not yet missed and now too late-in his hand.
When the time is gone, you can never get it back.
Before i knew the best part of my life had come ,it had gone.
Lost time is like a run in a stocking. It always gets worse.
There were moments when she wasn't talking so much as fading into time, dropping back into some funnelled stretch of recent past.
But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.
Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.
Your days are numbered. Use them to throw open the windows of your soul to the sun. If you do not, the sun will soon set, and you with it.
The night that seemed endless hours before is now slipping through your fingers, ticking by as it falls into the past and pushes you towards the future.
Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.
We lose weeks like buttons, like pencils.
Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time.
The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.
It's funny how close the past is, sometimes. Sometimes it seems as if you could almost reach out and touch it. Only who really wants to?
Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.
Years have passed and how I am anxiously watching the twilight of my childhood, quietly sinking, never to rise again.
Don't blink. You just might miss your babies growing like mine did. Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your 'better half' Of fifty years is there in bed. And you're praying God takes you instead. Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think So don't blink.
Oop! The Moment! Once you miss it, it is gone forever.
Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.
Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.
It's all we ever wantedAnd all we'll ever needAnd now it's slipping through our fingersFaster than the speed of night.
You run and you run to catch up to the sun but it's sinking, racing around to come up behind you again.
Imperceptibly, more time passes when I'm not remembering our every moment together, not recreating our every conversation, re-imagining our love-making. It is immeasurably sad.
Don't you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you're not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you've lived nearly half the time you have to live already?
