Time's Passage Quotes

there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late

The velocity with which time flies is infinite, as is most apparent to those who look back.

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.

See the wild Waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spread! The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!

Everything's going to end eventually. I don't know if we're rushing it or making it faster.

Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly happy when they don't notice whether it's passing quickly or slowly.

Time is: Too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear.

Men wrongly lament the flight of time, blaming it for being too swift; they do not perceive that its passage is sufficiently long, but a good memory, which nature has given to us, causes things long past to seem present.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.

Age carries all things away, even the mind.

Four things do not come back: the spoken word, the sped arrow, the past life, and the neglected opportunity.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

The past is a work of art, free of irrelevancies and loose ends.

Isn't there a curious elegance in how one moment passes into another?

Who knows if the gods above will add tomorrow's span to this day's sum?

It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night," the bartender says, loudly striking a book match and lighting a cigarette. "You can't fight it.

The slowness of time, for a man who knows nothing will happen, is brutal.

I knew that time would now pass for me differently than it would for him - that I, like everyone in that room, would go on accumulating loves and losses while he would not. And for me, that was the final and truly unbearable tragedy: Like all the innumerable dead, he'd once and for all been demoted from haunted to haunter.

Is all our Life, then but a dream Seen faintly in the golden gleam Athwart Time's dark resistless stream?

Time past, even God is deprived of the power of recalling.

I am admonished in many ways that time is pushing me inexorably along. I am approaching the threshold of age; in 1977 I shall be 142. This is no time to be flitting about the earth. I must cease from the activities proper to youth and begin to take on the dignities and gravities and inertia proper to that season of honorable senility which is on its way.

Why is youth so short and age so long?

The years go by. The time, it does fly. Every single second is a moment in time that passes. And it seems like nothing - but when you're looking back ... well, it amounts to everything.

Human life, old and young, takes place between hope and remembrance. The young man sees all the gates to his desires open, and the old man remembers--his hopes.