Most popular time quotes
Time is a great healer, but a poor beautician.
Time is not a line, but a series of now points.
Amazing how many hours slip by while planning how to use your time!
Time is the soul of this world.
Time is but the stream I go fishing in.
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity!
Time is what we want most, but what, alas! We use worst.
Time heals what reason cannot.
Time brings all things to pass.
Time is the longest distance between two places.
Time makes more converts than reason.
Time will discover everything to posterity; it is a babbler, and speaks even when no question is put.
Time, the subtle thief of youth.
Time goes, you say? Ah no! Alas, Time stays, we go.
Everything happens to everybody sooner or later if there is time enough.
Time is money.
Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its brevity.
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 wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
We are tomorrow's past.
A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.
Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.
Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.
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.
Let me be clear: "take your time" isn't the same as "just let it be."
I am definitely going to take a course on time management... just as soon as I can work it into my schedule.
Love and time—those are the only two things in all the world and all of life that cannot be bought, but only spent.
One of the great disadvantages of hurry is that it takes such a long time.
Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.
Time neither subtracts nor divides, but adds at such a pace it seems like multiplication.
Time is a versatile performer. It flies, marches on, heals all wounds, runs out and will tell.
Time goes, you say? Ah, no! Alas, Time stays, we go.
Time marks us while we are marking time.
Time wastes our bodies and our wits, but we waste time, so we are quits.
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.
How you spend your time is more important than how you spend your money. Money mistakes can be corrected, but time is gone forever.
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.
For disappearing acts, it's hard to beat what happens to the eight hours supposedly left after eight of sleep and eight of work.
As if we could kill time without injuring eternity!
The surest way to be late is to have plenty of time.
Butterflies count not months but moments, and yet have time enough.
Time, for all its smuggling in of new problems, conspicuously cancels others.
Time has a wonderful way of weeding out the trivial.
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.
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.
Life is uncharted territory. It reveals its story one moment at a time.
Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.
Life is not dated merely by years. Events are sometimes the best calendars.
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.
My favorite things in life don't cost any money. It's really clear that the most precious resource we all have is time.
The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.
Until you value yourself, you won't value your time. Until you value your time, you will not do anything with it.
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.
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.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
I am always quarreling with time! It is so short to do something and so long to do nothing.
The ultimate of being successful is the luxury of giving yourself the time to do what you want to do.
We must use time creatively, and forever realize that the time is always ripe to do right.
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.
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.
The less one has to do, the less time one finds to do it in.
Life is short, and the time we waste in yawning never can be gained.
Time is the measure of business, as money is of wares.
Ah, the clock is always slow; It is later than you think.
Time is the greatest innovator.
Whoever is in a hurry, shows that the thing he is about is too big for him.
Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.
What is a ruin but Time easing itself of endurance?
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
Time, the devourer of all things.
You may delay, but time will not.
Time: that which man is always trying to kill but which ends in killing him.
The ripeness is all.
Time wounds all heels.
A MOMENT'S THOUGHT As eternity is reckoned there's a lifetime in a second.
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?
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.
Does time exist? I gravely doubt it. But gosh, what should we do without it?
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.
The innocent and the beautiful Have no enemy but time.
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.
The clock is not merely a means of keeping track of the hours, but of synchronizing the actions of men.
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.
You can never plan the future by the past.
If the way ahead is not clear, time is often the best editor of one's intentions.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
Dost thou love Life? Then do not squander time, for that's the stuff life is made of.
Time is a great legalizer, even in the field of morals.
Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid.
Time has passed through me and become a song.
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.
Time is one's best friend, teaching best of all the wisdom of silence.
But that' s where I am, there's no escaping it. Time's a trap, I'm caught in it.
O Time the fatal wrack of mortal things.
Time is the reef upon which all of our frail mystic ships are wrecked.
The insolence of time is like a blow in the face from an unseen enemy.
Time, like money, is measured by our needs.
The surest poison is time.
Time will explain it all. He is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks.
Remember that time is money.
Time is change; we measure its passing by how much things alter.
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, it swallows everything From the mighty to the meager thing And it's as dark as it is comforting so play along.
Lost time was like a run in a stocking. It always got worse.
But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.
Time is the thief you cannot banish.
If you let slip time, like a neglected rose It withers on the stalk with languish'd head.
Initially, I was unaware that time, so boundless at first blush, was a prison.
There is one kind of robber whom the law does not strike at, and who steals what is most precious to men: time.
Near the point of impact, time accelerates to the speed of light.
Time is the devourer of all things.
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 is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.
Time is like an enterprising manager always bent on staging some new and surprising production, without knowing very well what it will be.
Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn.
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.
In reality, killing time Is only the name for another of the multifarious ways By which Time kills us.
Time is the only critic without ambition.
How we use time defines us.
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
Our costliest expenditure is time.
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.
Time is an equal opportunity employer. Each human being has exactly the same number of hours and minutes every day.
Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.
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.
Time is anonymous; when we give it a face, it's the same face the world over.
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.
Time rushes toward us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitable fatal operation.
Time is a merciless thing. I think life is a process of burning oneself out and time is the fire that burns you.
But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.
Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.
Time and health are two precious assets that we don't recognize and appreciate until they have been depleted.
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 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.
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.
A lot like yesterday, a lot like never.
Among life's regrets is all the time wasted being early for everything.
And when is there time to remember, to sift, to weigh, to estimate, to total?
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.
Both young children and old people have a lot of time on their hands. That's probably why they get along so well.
But time, growing old teaches all things.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.
By the time we've made it, we've had it.
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.
Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear?
Day, n: A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent.
Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.
For centuries, man believed that the sun revolves around the earth. Centuries later, he still thinks that time moves clockwise.
How long a minute is, depends on which side of the bathroom door you're on.
I must govern the clock, not be governed by it.
I took some time out for life.
I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.
If you don't have time to do it right, when will you have time to do it over?
If you want work well done, select a busy man—the other kind has no time.
In reality, killing time is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us.
It is my feeling that Time ripens all things; with Time all things are revealed; Time is the father of truth.
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.
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.
Know how to live the time that is given you.
Let him who would enjoy a good future waste none of his present.
Let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Lose not yourself in a far off time, seize the moment that is thine.
Lost time is never found again.
Man goes nowhere. Everything comes to man, like tomorrow.
Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.
Methinks I see the wanton hours flee, And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me.
Much may be done in those little shreds and patches of time which every day produces, and which most men throw away.
My time is now.
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.
People who cannot find time for recreation are obliged sooner or later to find time for illness.
Pick my left pocket of its silver dime, but spare the right—it holds my golden time!
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.
The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked.
The clocks are all turned forward from Funny Time to Right Time. I always remember, 'Spring back or Fall in.'
The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.
The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.
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 inertia hardest to overcome is that of perfectly good seconds.
The present is a point just passed.
The time I kill is killing me.
The years like great black oxen tread the world And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.
There are whole years for which I hope I'll never be cross-examined, for I could not give an alibi.
There's time enough, but none to spare.
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.
Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
Time does not change us. It just unfolds us.
Time flies on restless pinions—constant never.
Time has a way of demonstrating that the most stubborn are the most intelligent.
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?
Time is a figure eight, at its center the city of Deja Vu.
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.
Time is making fools of us again.
Time is the father of truth, its mother is our mind.
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.
Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn.
Time is the wisest counselor of all.
Time is what prevents everything from happening at once.
Time is what we want most, but what we use worst.
Time makes heroes but dissolves celebrities.
Time moves in one direction, memory in another.
Time! the corrector when our judgments err.
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.
Time, whose tooth gnaws away everything else, is powerless against truth.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.
Waste your money and you're only out of money, but waste your time and you've lost a part of your life.
We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
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.
When in doubt, take more time.
Whether we wake or we sleep, Whether we carol or weep, The Sun with his Planets in chime, Marketh the going of Time.
Who forces time is pushed back by time; who yields to time finds time on his side.
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?
Wisdom is the power to put our time and our knowledge to the proper use.
Work is hard. Distractions are plentiful. And time is short.
A day is Eternity's seed, and we are its Gardeners.
I look upon time as no more than an idea.
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.