Quotes
Quotes about Time
If thou would'st have me sing and play
As once I play'd and sung,
First take this time-worn lute away,
And bring one freshly strung.
It is my living sentiment, and by the blessing of God it shall be my dying sentiment,--Independence now and Independence forever.
When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood.
Touch us gently, Time!
Let us glide adown thy stream
Gently,--as we sometimes glide
Through a quiet dream.
Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires,
And decorate the verse herself inspires:
This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,--
Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.
There are some feelings time cannot benumb,
Nor torture shake.
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,--
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
He left a corsair's name to other times,
Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes.
Think'st thou existence doth depend on time?
It doth; but actions are our epochs.
I 've stood upon Achilles' tomb,
And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome.
Come to the bridal chamber, Death!
Come to the mother's, when she feels
For the first time her first-born's breath!
Come when the blessed seals
That close the pestilence are broke,
And crowded cities wail its stroke!
Come in consumption's ghastly form,
The earthquake shock, the ocean storm!
Come when the heart beats high and warm,
With banquet song, and dance, and wine!
And thou art terrible!--the tear,
The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier,
And all we know or dream or fear
Of agony are thine.
Leaves have their time to fall,
And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath,
And stars to set; but all,
Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
The self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that ofttimes hath
Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.
Silence is deep as Eternity, speech is shallow as Time.
It can be said of him, when he departed he took a Man's life with him. No sounder piece of British manhood was put together in that eighteenth century of Time.
The barrenest of all mortals is the sentimentalist.
As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,--"Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;" or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.
In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time: the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.
One life,--a little gleam of time between two Eternities.
Adversity is sometimes hard upon a man; but for one man who can stand prosperity there are a hundred that will stand adversity.
'T was then we luvit ilk ither weel,
'T was then we twa did part:
Sweet time--sad time! twa bairns at scule--
Twa bairns and but ae heart.
"That's eight times to-day that you 've kissed me before."
"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure,
For there's luck in odd numbers,"says Rory O'More.
No blessed leisure for love or hope,
But only time for grief.
No sun--no moon--no morn--no noon,
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day,
No warmth--no cheerfulness--no healthful ease,
No road, no street, no t' other side the way,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
