Quotes
Quotes about Time
To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.
Wait, thou child of hope, for Time shall teach thee all things.
Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.
Although I enter not,
Yet round about the spot
Ofttimes I hover;
And near the sacred gate
With longing eyes I wait,
Expectant of her.
The illusion that times that were are better than those that are, has probably pervaded all ages.
I see my way as birds their trackless way.
I shall arrive,--what time, what circuit first,
I ask not; but unless God send his hail
Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow,
In some time, his good time, I shall arrive:
He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
I trust in Nature for the stable laws
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn garner to the end of time.
I trust in God,--the right shall be the right
And other than the wrong, while he endures.
I trust in my own soul, that can perceive
The outward and the inward,--Nature's good
And God's.
They are perfect; how else?--they shall never change:
We are faulty; why not?--we have time in store.
Was there nought better than to enjoy?
No feat which, done, would make time break,
And let us pent-up creatures through
Into eternity, our due?
No forcing earth teach heaven's employ?
Never the time and the place
And the loved one all together!
No night so wild but brings the constant sun
With love and power untold;
No time so dark but through its woof there run
Some blessed threads of gold.
There's a good time coming, boys!
A good time coming.
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Life's but a means unto an end; that end
Beginning, mean, and end to all things,--God.
Toil is the true knight's pastime.
God give us men. The time demands
Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and willing hands;
Men whom the lust of office does not kill;
Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy;
Men who possess opinions and a will;
Men who have honor; men who will not lie;
Men who can stand before a demagogue
And dam his treacherous flatteries without winking;
Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog
In public duty and in private thinking.
One day with life and heart
Is more than time enough to find a world.
Soft-heartedness, in times like these,
Shows sof'ness in the upper story.
Every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
Sentiment is intellectualized emotion,--emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.
What a sense of security in an old book which Time has criticised for us!
O Time! whose verdicts mock our own,
The only righteous judge art thou!
Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost;
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.
They [the Pilgrim Fathers] fell upon an ungenial climate, where there were nine months of winter and three months of cold weather and that called out the best energies of the men, and of the women too, to get a mere subsistence out of the soil, with such a climate. In their efforts to do that they cultivated industry and frugality at the same time--which is the real foundation of the greatness of the Pilgrims.
Time may restore us in his course
Goethe's sage mind and Byron's force;
But where will Europe's latter hour
Again find Wordsworth's healing power?
Time's corrosive dewdrop eats
The giant warrior to a crust
Of earth in earth and rust in rust.
