Quotes
Quotes about Time
The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of the continent to the other, from this time forward forevermore.
Time for work,--yet take Much holiday for art's and friendship's sake.
Construed as turf, home just seems a provisional claim, a designation you make upon a place, not one it makes on you. A certain set of buildings, a glimpsed, smudged window-view across a schoolyard, a musty aroma sniffed behind a garage when you were a child, all of which come crowding in upon your latter-day sensesâthose are pungent things and vivid, even consoling. But to me they are also inert and nostalgic and unlikely to connect you to the real, to that essence art can sometimes achieve, which is permanence.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.
Each time you are honest and conduct yourself with honesty, a success force will drive you toward greater success. Each time you lie, even with a little white lie, there are strong forces pushing you toward failure.
When about to commit a base deed, respect thyself, though there is no witness. [Lat., Turpe quid ausurus, te sine teste time.]
These were honoured in their generations, and were the glory of the times.
The body is shaped, disciplined, honored, and in time, trusted.
Be not ashamed of thy virtues; honor's a good brooch to wear in a man's hat at all times.
To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.
In hospitals there is no time off for good behavior.
But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.
There are times when one would like to hang the whole human race, and finish the farce.
If the whole human race lay in one grave, the epitaph on the headstone might well be: "It seemed a good idea at the time.".
The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about anything, and that all the pains that I have so humbly taken to verify my notions have only wasted my time.
Sometimes when reading Goethe I have the paralyzing suspicion that he is trying to be funny.
Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someone's neck, and the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that thing.
To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad.
Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the person's house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of its head with a note that says 'You.' After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead. No, wait, not me, you.
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
When a person can no longer laugh at himself, it is time for others to laugh at him.
And the veil Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times, TO hid the feeling heart?
Away, and mock the time with fairest show; False face must hide what the false heart doth khow.
I hope you have not been leading a double life, pretending to be wicked and being really good all the time. That would be hypocrisy.
