Quotes on Time

Temporis ars medicina fere est._x000D_ _x000D_ Time is generally the best medicine.

Man yields to death; and man's sublimest works_x000D_ _x000D_ Must yield at length to Time.

Who can undo_x000D_ _x000D_ What time hath done? Who can win back the wind?_x000D_ _x000D_ Reckon lost music from a broken lute?_x000D_ _x000D_ Renew the redness of a last year's rose?_x000D_ _x000D_ Or dig the sunken sunset from the deep?

Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No man has learned anything rightly, until he knows that every day is Doomsday.

Old Time, that greatest and longest established spinner of all!... his factory is a secret place, his work is noiseless, and his Hands are mutes.

Wherever anything lives, there is, open somewhere, a register in which time is being inscribed.

Modo, et modo, non habebent modum._x000D_ _x000D_ By-and-by has no end.

So many hours must I take my rest;_x000D_ _x000D_ So many hours must I contemplate.

Time, that takes survey of all the world,_x000D_ _x000D_ Must have a stop.

Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.

Let's take the instant by the forward top;_x000D_ _x000D_ For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees_x000D_ _x000D_ The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time_x000D_ _x000D_ Steals ere we can effect them.

Those spacious regions where our fancies roam,_x000D_ _x000D_ Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come,_x000D_ _x000D_ In some dread moment, by the fates assign'd,_x000D_ _x000D_ Shall pass away, nor leave a rack behind;_x000D_ _x000D_ And Time's revolving wheels shall lose at last_x000D_ _x000D_ The speed that spins the future and the past:_x000D_ _x000D_ And, sovereign of an undisputed throne,_x000D_ _x000D_ Awful eternity shall reign alone.

Children are the living messages we send to a time we will not see. From a biological point of view it is inconceivable that any culture will forget that it needs to reproduce itself. But it is quite possible for a culture to exist without a social idea of children. Unlike infancy, childhood is a social artifact, not a biological category.

The time will come when every change shall cease,_x000D_ _x000D_ This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace:_x000D_ _x000D_ No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze;_x000D_ _x000D_ Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past,_x000D_ _x000D_ But an eternal now shall ever last.

Now, if the passions had no hold on us, a week and a hundred years would amount to the same.

But Goethe tells us in his greatest poem that Faust lost the liberty of his soul when he said to the passing moment: "Stay, thou art so fair." And our liberty, too, is endangered if we pause for the passing moment, if we rest on our achievements, if we resist the pace of progress. Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past are certain to miss the future.

Time is a game played beautifully by children.

One luminary clock against the sky_x000D_ _x000D_ Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

Here between the hither and the farther shore_x000D_ _x000D_ While time is withdrawn, consider the future_x000D_ _x000D_ And the past with an equal mind.

I admire him, I frankly confess it; and when his time is come I shall buy a piece of the rope for a keepsake.

Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.