Quotes
Quotes about Time
The Lord opened the mouth of the ass, and she said unto Balaam, What have I done unto thee, that thou hast smitten me these three times?
They were wont to speak in old time, saying, They shall surely ask counsel at Abel: and so they ended the matter.
Is there anything whereof it may be said, See, this is new? It hath been already of old time, which was before us.
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
For, lo! the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
Our time is a very shadow that passeth away.
These were honoured in their generations, and were the glory of the times.
The signs of the times.
Now is the accepted time.
Untimely grave.
Now it is time to be off, I to die, and you to live; but which of us has the happier prospect is unknown to anyone but God.
They say that the soul of man is immortal: at one time it comes to an end - that which is called death - and at another is born again, but is never finally exterminated.
I'm summoned by the fields and hills, The shady maples in the garden, The bank of the deserted burn, The liberties the country offers. Give me your hand. I will return At the beginning of October: We'll drink together once again, And o'er our cups of friendly candor Discuss a dozen gentlemen-- We'll talk of fools and wicked gentry, And those with flunkey's souls from birth, And sometimes of the Tsar of Heaven, And sometimes of the one on earth.
"O Goddess born! escape by timely flight, the Flames and horrors of this fatal night. The Foes already have possess'd the Wall. Troy nods from high, and totters to her fall." -Hector's Ghost
It is best to regard the (English) language as a growing corpus of words and structures which nobody can know entirely but upon which anyone can draw at any time - a sort of unlimited bank account.
The worldâs getting narrower all the time.
Anger wastes time and uses up energy
The autobiographer can see himself as the only true historian in the sense that he is presenting the life of perennial humanity. In the narrower sense, he provides the raw material for the social historian, demonstrating what it was like to be imprisoned in a particular segment of time.
Dare the unknown. Dismember Time and bite it to the bone.
If time's a true dimension we can pace or race or chase both up and down - again, again, again.
Dying, he knew the scream would not die with him, not yet. It lived for a time its own life.
I will not force apart the jaws of heaven for my precocious entering. Heaven may open in its own good time without my prompting.
There is, for everybody, a first time. A psychedelic moment, as they say or used to say nowadays, an instant of recognition of verbally inexpressible spiritual realities, a meaning for the term beauty.
Music and literature have this in common - that the dimension they work in is time.
The poet's awareness of the circularity of life, in which things can be expressed in terms of their opposites, sometimes leads him to an aesthetic in which anything can be expressed as anything.
