Best 8519 quotes in «time quotes» category

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Great artists treasure their time with a bitter and snarling miserliness.

Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.

Great events are the hour-hands of time, while small events mark the minutes.

Great issues develop from small beginnings.

Great men sometimes lose the reins and lose their heads. This time, let us hope that they will retain them and that when victory is assured they will sit down and reckon what the future is going to be for their countries as well as for other lands.

Great Time makes all things dim.

Great men hallow a whole people, and lift up all who live in their time.

Great minds are related to the brief span of time during which they live as great buildings are to a little square in which they stand: you cannot see them in all their magnitude because you are standing too close to them.

Great moments in science: Einstein discovers that time is actually money.

Grow angry slowly - there's plenty of time.

Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy person has no time to form.

Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.

Grown-up people seem to be busy by clockwork... They run their unswerving course from object to object, directed by some mysterious inner needle that points all the time to what they must do next. You can only marvel at such misuse of time.

Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges'side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the flood.

Had an awesome time. You tell me to show up and all I have to do is drink beer, play guitar all day and I can lift weights and you're going to pay me for this!

Habit is habit, and not to be flung out of the window by any man, but coaxed down-stairs one step at a time.

Half the interest of a garden is the constant exercise of the imagination. You are always living three, or indeed six, months hence. I believe that people entirely devoid of imagination never can be really good gardeners. To be content with the present, and not striving about the future, is fatal.

Hang in there. It is astonishing how short a time it can take for very wonderful things to happen.

Hangs in the uncertain balance of proud time.

Happiness is that state of consciousness which proceeds from the achievement of one's values.

Hardly a competent workman can be found who does not devote a considerable amount of time to studying just how slowly he can work and still convince his employer that he is going at a good pace.

Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky, How beautiful it is? All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness There is a poem, there is a song. Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring. When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with The music of many leaves, Which in due season fall and are blown away. And this is the way of life.

Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?

Having a good time together is the essence of lovingness and the best means of increasing it.

Having kids has been a fantastic thing for me. It's meant that I'm a little more balanced. In my twenties I worked massively, hardly took vacation at all. Now, I, with the help of my wife, I'm always making sure I've got a good balance of how I spend my time.

Having loved the Stones all the time I was growing up, I wasn't about to see them go and split up. It got very close to it in the 80s, when Mick thought that Keith hated him and vice versa.

Having listened to people for a long time, I believe many of us should be thankful not to be shot.

Hayek was making us think of the productive process as a process in time, inputs coming before outputs.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.

He could not die when the trees were green, For he loved the time too well.

He could shake your hand and stab you in the back at the same time.

He comes to us as One unknown, without a name, as of old, by the lakeside, He came to those men who knew Him not. He speaks to us the same words: "Follow thou me!" and sets us to the tasks which He has to fulfill for our time. He commands. And to those who obey Him, whether they be wise or simple, He will reveal himself in the toils, the conflicts, the sufferings which they shall pass through in His fellowship, and, as an ineffable mystery, they shall learn in their own experience Who He is.

He possessed the rare merit of making a property of his time and not a burden.

He guides me and the bird. In His good time!

He is one of those wise philanthropists who, in a time of famine, would vote for nothing but a supply of toothpicks.

Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.

Here is how it is for women. We become our schedules. That starts to feel good. Then it starts to feel necessary. Then it starts to feel like everything.

Here comes the time when, vibrating on its stem, every flower fumes like a censer; noises and perfumes circle in the evening air.

Here's to the man who rode the race, who took the time, who kept the time, and who did the trick.

He that has given today may, if he so please, take away tomorrow.

Heroism is the divine relation which, in all times, unites a great man to other men.

He that in ye mine of knowledge deepest diggeth, hath, like every other miner, ye least breathing time, and must sometimes at least come to terr. alt. for air.

He to whom the present is the only thing that is present, knows nothing of the age in which he lives.

He saw all these forms and faces in a thousand relationships become newly born. Each one was mortal, a passionate, painful example of all that is transitory. Yet none of them died, they only changed, were always reborn, continually had a new face: only time stood between one face and another.

He was always late on principle, his principle being that punctuality is the thief of time.

He was not of an age, but for all time!

He, who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows that plan, carries a thread that will guide him through a labyrinth of the most busy life.

He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times.

He who influences the thought of his times influences the times that follow.