time's effect Quotes

How do we transform loss? ... Time's healing balm is essentially a hoax.

Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

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

Time crumbles things; everything grows old under the power of Time and is forgotten through the lapse of Time.

And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see', Quoth he, 'how the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot.

I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray.

Whatever is old corrupts, and the past turns to snakes.

The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.

Time does nothing but hand you down shabbier and older things.

Time makes you bolder, children get older. I'm getting older, too.

Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud.

They would grow old. They would forget me.

Oh, you mysterious girls, when you are fifty-two we shall find you out; you must come into the open then. If the mouth has fallen sourly yours the blame: all the meanness your youth concealed have been gathering in your face. But the pretty thoughts and sweet ways and dear, forgotten kindnesses linger there also, to bloom in your twilight like evening primroses.

Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry; Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, But spare his "Highland Mary!"

There is nothing good in this world which time does not improve.

We die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.

The most difficult thing to read is time. Maybe because it changes so many things.

Forever only takes its toll on some

The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.

How had I become middle-aged while the ravages of time ignored her? I didn't know and didn't care, and before I could stop them, the words were already out. "You're beautiful," I murmured.

My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time subdue!), A horrid chasm disclosed.

Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.

See how today's achievement is only tomorrow's confusion;See how possession always cheapens the thing that was precious.