Best 8519 quotes in «time quotes» category

We never really see time. We see only clocks. If you say this object moves, what you really mean is that this object is here when the hand of your clock is here, and so on. We say we measure time with clocks, but we see only the hands of the clocks, not time itself. And the hands of a clock are a physical variable like any other. So in a sense we cheat because what we really observe are physical variables as a function of other physical variables, but we represent that as if everything is evolving in time.

We pamper the present like a spoiled child, obeying its superficial demands but ignoring its real needs.

We realize our dilemma goes deeper than shortage of time; it is basically a problem of priorities. We confess, we have left undone those things that ought to have done; and we have done those things which we ought not to have done.

We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.

We're all confounded by a lack of time.

We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!

We see which way the stream of time doth run.

We shall be better prepared for the future if we see how terrible, how doomed the present is.

We spend too much time recruiting and not enough time working with the players we have.

We suffer the stress of infinite opportunity: There are so many things that we could do, and all we see are people who seem to be performing at star quality. It's very hard not to try to be like them. The problem is, if you get wrapped up in that game, you'll get eaten alive. You can do anything-but not everything. The universe is full of creative projects that are waiting to be done. So, if you really care about quality of life, if you want to relax, then ... control your aspirations. That will simplify things. Learning to set boundaries is incredibly difficult for most people.

We still spend more time chasing funds than we do in the studio in creative work.

We talk about saving time and killing time when actually we can't do either. We have no choice but to spend it at a constant and flowing rate.

We think in generalities, but we live in detail.

We think very little of time present; we anticipate the future, as being too slow, and with a view to hasten it onward, we recall the past to stay it as too swiftly gone. We are so thoughtless, that we thus wander through the hours which are not here, regardless only of the moment that is actually our own.

We used to play a lot outdoors, not in leagues, but just in our spare time.

We've been there on World Wars, it's time for World Party I.

We usually lose today, because there has been a yesterday, and tomorrow is coming.

We've traveled too far, and our momentum has taken over; we move idly towards eternity, without possibility of reprieve or hope of explanation.

We waste a lot of time running after people we could have caught by just standing still.

We work not only to produce, but to give value to time.

What can be shown? What true love be? All could be known or shown If Time were but gone.

What cannot be achieved in one lifetime will happen when one lifetime is joined to another.

What a wonderful time to be young. You will see events in your lifetime that will test your courage and extend your faith. If you will face the sunlight of truth, the shadows of discouragement and sin and error will fall behind you. You must never give up!

What continues to astonish me about a garden is that you can walk past it in a hurry, see something wrong, stop to set it right, and emerge an hour or two later breathless, contented, and wondering what on earth happened.

What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?

Whatever begins, also ends.

Whatever glory belongs to the race for a development unprecedented in history for the given length of time, a full share belongs to the womanhood of the race.

What else may hap, to time I will commit.

What e'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time.

What I claim is to live to the full the contradiction of my time, which may well make sarcasm the condition of truth.

Whatever passes away is too vile to be the price of time, which is itself the price of eternity.

What I do know about physics is that to a man standing on the shore, time passes quicker than to a man on a boat - especially if the man on the boat is with his wife.

Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.

What if somebody came along who could teach me how my world works and how to control it What if I could meet a super-advanced ... what if a Siddhartha or a Jesus came into our time, with power over the illusions of the world because he knew the reality behind them And what if I could meet him in person, if he were flying a biplane, for instance, and landed in the same meadow with me.

What is a thousand years? Time is short for one who thinks, endless for one who yearns.

What is an adult? A child blown up by age.

What is morality in any given time or place? It is what the majority then and there happen to like and immorality is what they dislike.

What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.

What is past is prologue.

What is opportunity to the man who can't use it? An unfecundated egg, which the waves of time wash away into nonentity.

What is time? The shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock, the running of the sand, day and night, summer and winter, months, years, centuries-these are but arbitrary and outward signs, the measure of Time, not Time itself. Time is the Life of the Soul.

What is Time... That you speak of it so subserviently? Are we to be the slaves of the sun, that second-hand, overrated knob of gilt, or of his sister, that fatuous circle of silver paper? A curse upon their ridiculous dictatorship!

What is wrong with us human beings, and has been wrong since time immemorial, is that without ever stating it in so many words, we believe that we have entered the realm of immortality. We behave as if we are never going to die - an infantile arrogance. But even more injurious than this sense of immortality is what comes with it : the sense that we can engulf this inconcievable universe with our minds.

What I tell you three times is true.

What is new in our time is the increased power of the authorities to enforce their prejudices.

What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights, Eightscore-eight hours, and lovers' absent hours More tedious than the dial eightscore times! O weary reckoning!

What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up, it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day, or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again, from zero.

What makes old age hard to bear is not the failing of one's faculties, mental and physical, but the burden of one's memories.

What we love to do we find time to do.

What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion.