Quotes on Time Passing

Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark - spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror. It's passing, yet I'm the one who's doing all the moving.

Life is flying by. You don't have time to waste another minute being negative, offended or bitter. If someone did you wrong, get over it and move forward.

Tough times never last, but tough people do.

If you love life, don't waste time, for time is what life is made up of.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

I'm terrified of the thought of time passing (or whatever is meant by that phrase) whether I 'do' anything or not. In a way I may believe, deep down, that doing nothing acts as a brake on 'time's - it doesn't of course. It merely adds the torment of having done nothing, when the time comes when it really doesn't matter if you've done anything or not.

Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway.

In times like these, it helps to recall that there have always been times like these.

I don't want to sit on the sidelines and not value the gift of being here. Instead of the idea of time ticking away, the grains of sand running out, I try to think of time as giving me another grain of sand, another gift. So time passing is an accumulation, rather than a diminishing.

Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past, even while we attempt to define it.

They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.

Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new.

We have been conditioned to see the passing of time as an adversary.

Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.

Life is not just the passing of time. Life is the collection of experiences and their intensity.

While we are postponing, life speeds by.

The pictures do not lie, but neither do they tell the whole story. They are merely a record of time passing, the outward evidence.

Time is not a thing, thus nothing which is, and yet it remains constant in its passing away without being something temporal like the beings in time.