Time Quotes
Most popular time quotes
Western man conceives of time as a straight string stretching from a beginning to an end. Perhaps it is an integrated mass without beginning or end within which all things manifest themselves and move about without awareness of where in the mass they lie.
Time is money.
My time is now.
The ripeness is all.
Time wounds all heels.
We are tomorrow's past.
The surest poison is time.
How we use time defines us.
Remember that time is money.
When in doubt, take more time.
I took some time out for life.
The time I kill is killing me.
Time heals what reason cannot.
Time is the greatest innovator.
Time brings all things to pass.
Time is the soul of this world.
Lost time is never found again.
Time, the subtle thief of youth.
Time, the devourer of all things.
Time is making fools of us again.
You may delay, but time will not.
Our costliest expenditure is time.
The present is a point just passed.
Time is the devourer of all things.
Time is the thief you cannot banish.
Time is the wisest counselor of all.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
Time makes more converts than reason.
Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.
There's time enough, but none to spare.
Time is but the stream I go fishing in.
A lot like yesterday, a lot like never.
O Time the fatal wrack of mortal things.
Time marks us while we are marking time.
By the time we've made it, we've had it.
But time, growing old teaches all things.
Time is the only critic without ambition.
Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.
I look upon time as no more than an idea.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
You can never plan the future by the past.
Time, like money, is measured by our needs.
Time! the corrector when our judgments err.
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
Time makes heroes but dissolves celebrities.
Let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Know how to live the time that is given you.
Time does not change us. It just unfolds us.
Time has passed through me and become a song.
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
Time flies on restless pinions—constant never.
Time is a great healer, but a poor beautician.
Time is not a line, but a series of now points.
Time moves in one direction, memory in another.
I must govern the clock, not be governed by it.
Time is the longest distance between two places.
Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.
Time is what we want most, but what we use worst.
What is a ruin but Time easing itself of endurance?
Time goes, you say? Ah no! Alas, Time stays, we go.
A day is Eternity's seed, and we are its Gardeners.
As if we could kill time without injuring eternity!
Time is the father of truth, its mother is our mind.
Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity!
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.
Time goes, you say? Ah, no! Alas, Time stays, we go.
Time has a wonderful way of weeding out the trivial.
The surest way to be late is to have plenty of time.
Time is the measure of business, as money is of wares.
The innocent and the beautiful Have no enemy but time.
Time is a great legalizer, even in the field of morals.
Day, n: A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent.
Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.
Time is what we want most, but what, alas! We use worst.
Time is what prevents everything from happening at once.
Man goes nowhere. Everything comes to man, like tomorrow.
Ah, the clock is always slow; It is later than you think.
I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.
Time is a figure eight, at its center the city of Deja Vu.
Work is hard. Distractions are plentiful. And time is short.
The less one has to do, the less time one finds to do it in.
Lost time was like a run in a stocking. It always got worse.
Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.
Time is change; we measure its passing by how much things alter.
Let him who would enjoy a good future waste none of his present.
But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.
Near the point of impact, time accelerates to the speed of light.
But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.
The inertia hardest to overcome is that of perfectly good seconds.
The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.
Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.
Amazing how many hours slip by while planning how to use your time!
Butterflies count not months but moments, and yet have time enough.
Life is short, and the time we waste in yawning never can be gained.
The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked.
Lose not yourself in a far off time, seize the moment that is thine.
Let me be clear: "take your time" isn't the same as "just let it be."
Time is the reef upon which all of our frail mystic ships are wrecked.
Time is one's best friend, teaching best of all the wisdom of silence.
The insolence of time is like a blow in the face from an unseen enemy.
Life is uncharted territory. It reveals its story one moment at a time.
Among life's regrets is all the time wasted being early for everything.
Time wastes our bodies and our wits, but we waste time, so we are quits.
Everything happens to everybody sooner or later if there is time enough.
Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn.
Wisdom is the power to put our time and our knowledge to the proper use.
If you want work well done, select a busy man—the other kind has no time.
Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn.
Time, whose tooth gnaws away everything else, is powerless against truth.
One of the great disadvantages of hurry is that it takes such a long time.
Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.
A MOMENT'S THOUGHT As eternity is reckoned there's a lifetime in a second.
Whoever is in a hurry, shows that the thing he is about is too big for him.
How long a minute is, depends on which side of the bathroom door you're on.
Life is not dated merely by years. Events are sometimes the best calendars.
Does time exist? I gravely doubt it. But gosh, what should we do without it?
Time: that which man is always trying to kill but which ends in killing him.
If you don't have time to do it right, when will you have time to do it over?
And when is there time to remember, to sift, to weigh, to estimate, to total?
Time is anonymous; when we give it a face, it's the same face the world over.
Time, for all its smuggling in of new problems, conspicuously cancels others.
Initially, I was unaware that time, so boundless at first blush, was a prison.
A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
Time has a way of demonstrating that the most stubborn are the most intelligent.
But that' s where I am, there's no escaping it. Time's a trap, I'm caught in it.
If the way ahead is not clear, time is often the best editor of one's intentions.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.
Who forces time is pushed back by time; who yields to time finds time on his side.
Methinks I see the wanton hours flee, And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me.
Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its brevity.
Pick my left pocket of its silver dime, but spare the right—it holds my golden time!
We must use time wisely and forever realize that the time is always ripe to do right.
A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.
Time will explain it all. He is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks.
Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.
Dost thou love Life? Then do not squander time, for that's the stuff life is made of.
Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
Time neither subtracts nor divides, but adds at such a pace it seems like multiplication.
If you let slip time, like a neglected rose It withers on the stalk with languish'd head.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.
We must use time creatively, and forever realize that the time is always ripe to do right.
Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear?
The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.
I am always quarreling with time! It is so short to do something and so long to do nothing.
The years like great black oxen tread the world And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.
Time is a versatile performer. It flies, marches on, heals all wounds, runs out and will tell.
People who cannot find time for recreation are obliged sooner or later to find time for illness.
There are whole years for which I hope I'll never be cross-examined, for I could not give an alibi.
The ultimate of being successful is the luxury of giving yourself the time to do what you want to do.
Time will discover everything to posterity; it is a babbler, and speaks even when no question is put.
In reality, killing time Is only the name for another of the multifarious ways By which Time kills us.
In reality, killing time is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us.
The clock is not merely a means of keeping track of the hours, but of synchronizing the actions of men.
Waste your money and you're only out of money, but waste your time and you've lost a part of your life.
Time = Life, Therefore, waste your time and waste of your life, or master your time and master your life.
Time and space—time to be alone, space to move about—these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow.
I am definitely going to take a course on time management... just as soon as I can work it into my schedule.
The clocks are all turned forward from Funny Time to Right Time. I always remember, 'Spring back or Fall in.'
It is my feeling that Time ripens all things; with Time all things are revealed; Time is the father of truth.
Time and health are two precious assets that we don't recognize and appreciate until they have been depleted.
There is one kind of robber whom the law does not strike at, and who steals what is most precious to men: time.
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.
What then is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know.
Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.
Both young children and old people have a lot of time on their hands. That's probably why they get along so well.
Time is a merciless thing. I think life is a process of burning oneself out and time is the fire that burns you.
Until you value yourself, you won't value your time. Until you value your time, you will not do anything with it.
Time is an equal opportunity employer. Each human being has exactly the same number of hours and minutes every day.
Love and time—those are the only two things in all the world and all of life that cannot be bought, but only spent.
Time, it swallows everything From the mighty to the meager thing And it's as dark as it is comforting so play along.
Much may be done in those little shreds and patches of time which every day produces, and which most men throw away.
Whether we wake or we sleep, Whether we carol or weep, The Sun with his Planets in chime, Marketh the going of Time.
The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.
Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid.
My favorite things in life don't cost any money. It's really clear that the most precious resource we all have is time.
Time's the king of men; He's both their parent, and he is their grave, And gives them what he will, not what they crave.
My stern chase after time is, to borrow a simile from Tom Paine, like the race of a man with a wooden leg after a horse.
It is only in appearance that time is a river. It is rather a vast landscape and it is the eye of the beholder that moves.
In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes: so with present time.
For centuries, man believed that the sun revolves around the earth. Centuries later, he still thinks that time moves clockwise.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
For disappearing acts, it's hard to beat what happens to the eight hours supposedly left after eight of sleep and eight of work.
You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.
How you spend your time is more important than how you spend your money. Money mistakes can be corrected, but time is gone forever.
Clocks slay time ... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
Time is like an enterprising manager always bent on staging some new and surprising production, without knowing very well what it will be.
Time rushes toward us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitable fatal operation.
The hands of every clock are shears, trimming us away scrap by scrap, and every time piece with a digital readout blinks us towards implosion.
Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new ... but who can understand and measure its sharp breath, its mystery and its design?
It's a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.
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.
I would willingly stand at street... I would willingly stand at street corners, hat in hand, begging passerby to drop their unused minutes into it.
Time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration.
TRANSMUTATION I may be stupid; but I don't see how the time that's here contrives to get away. How can what only yesterday was now be now already only yesterday?
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read and all the friends I want to see.
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.
When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute—and it's longer than any hour. That's relativity.
Time is life. It is irreversible and irreplaceable. To waste your time is to waste your life, but to master your time is to master your life and make the most of it.
Time can be nibbled away as completely as a tray of canapés in an irresolute fat man's reach, or grandly lost in victory like the great marlin in The Old Man and the Sea.
Time has no divisions to mark its passage; there is never a thunderstorm to announce the beginning of a new year. It is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols.
Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.
When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you'll never get back. Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time.
The days of thinking of time as a river—evenly flowing, always advancing—are over. Time perception, just like vision, is a construction of the brain and is shockingly easy to manipulate experimentally.
It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could'st make the time to do so too; I'll wind thee up no more.
Where the woods and ploughlands of tradition and modernity run into the never-ending deserts of eternity, there I have my daily task while time smoothly passes, spooning the eternal sands into hourglass.
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.
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, and, like the flash of lightning, at once exists and expires.
The illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean-tide, on which we and all the universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not ...
The things that are truly important require time: to learn a craft or a profession, to know a person and establish an enduring relationship of love or friendship, to know how to distinguish the important from the things we can do without.
The clock, moreover, is a piece of power-machinery whose 'product' is seconds and minutes: by its essential nature it dissociated time from human events and helped create the belief in an independent world of mathematically measurable sequences.
Time, the cradle of hope .... Wisdom walks before it, opportunity with it, and repentance behind it: he that has made it his friend will have little to fear from his enemies, but he that has made it his enemy will have little to hope from his friends.
A homage to finity Eternity's one of those mental blocks the concept is inconceivable. The clock concedes it in ticks and tocks, belittled, belaboured, believable. Each passing moment is seized and chewed with argument incontestable. Premasticated, like baby food, eternity is digestible.
Why won't they let a year die without bringing in a new one on the instant, can't they use birth control on time? I want an interregnum. The stupid years patter on with unrelenting feet, never stopping—rising to little monotonous peaks in our imaginations at festivals like New Year's and Easter and Christmas—But, goodness, why need they do it?
Time is an equal opportunity employer. Each human being has exactly the same number of hours and minutes every day. Rich people can't buy more hours. Scientists can't invent new minutes. And you can't save time to spend it on another day. Even so, time is amazingly fair and forgiving. No matter how much time you've wasted in the past, you still have an entire tomorrow.
A person has all sorts of lags built into him, Kesey is saying. One, the most basic, is the sensory lag, the lag between the time your senses receive something and you are able to react. we are always acting on what has just finished happening. It happened at least 1/30th of a second ago. We think we are in the present, but we aren't. The present we know is only a movie of what happened in the past.
