Quotes
Quotes about Time
It is not once nor twice but times without number that the same ideas make their appearance in the world.
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.
Much may be done in those little shreds and patches of time, which every day produces, and which most men throw away, but which nevertheless will make at the end of it no small deduction for the life of man.
Their only labour was to kill the time; And labour dire it is, and weary woe, They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme, Then, rising sudden, to the glass they go, Or saunter forth, with tottering steps and slow.
There is no remedy for time misspent; No healing for the waste of idleness, Whose very languor is a punishment Heavier than active souls can feel or guess.
It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
He does not seem to me to be a free man who does not sometimes do nothing.
Gross ignorance: 144 times worse than ordinary ignorance.
Those who think they have not time for bodily exercise will sooner or later have to find time for illness.
Time is an illusion, lunchtime doubly so.
We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.
If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom; I shall emerge one day.
For them that think death's honesty won't fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely.
Avoid being impatient. Remember time brings roses.
He who hesitates is sometimes saved.
If you can look into the seeds of time And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favors nor your hate.
I find that a man is as old as his work. If his work keeps him from moving forward, he will look forward with the work. - Wisdom for Our Time.
Even here Thy strong magnetic charms I feel, And pant and tremble like the amorous steel. To lower good, and beauties less divine, Sometimes my erroneous needle does incline; But yet (so strong the sympathy) It turns, and points again to Thee.
Ingratitude's a weed of every clime, It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.
Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer: Hast thou the knack? pamper it not with liking; But if thou want it, buy it not too deare Many affecting wit beyond their power, Have got to be a deare fool for an houre.
I find that the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it--but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
Now musing o'er the changing scene Farmers behind the tavern screen Collect; with elbows idly press'd On hob, reclines the corner's guest, Reading the news to mark again The bankrupt lists or price of grain. Puffing the while his red-tipt pipe He dreams o'er troubles nearly ripe, Yet, winter's leisure to regale, Hopes better times, and sips his ale.
Along the varying road of life, In calm content, in toil or strife, At morn or noon, by night or day, As time conducts him on his way, How oft doth man, by care oppressed, Find in an Inn a place of rest.
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day. Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn, and near approaches The subject of our watch.
It is a common calamity; at some one time we have all been mad. [Lat., Id commune malum; semel insanivimus omnes.]
