time quotes
And meanwhiletime goes about its immemorial workof making everyone look and feel like shit.
Though raging stormes movis us to shake, And wind makis waters overflow; We yield thereto bot dois not break And in the calm bent up we grow. So baneist men, though princes rage, And prisoners, be not despairit. Abide the calm, whill that it 'suage, For time sic causis has repairit.
Salud, Dinero, AmoryTiempo. Health,Wealth, Loveand Time to enjoy them.
Il est grand temps de rallumer les e toiles. It's high time we relit the stars.
Human good turns out to be activity of soul exhibiting excellence, and if there is more than one sort of excellence, in accordance with the best and most complete.Foroneswallowdoesnot makea summer, nor does one day; and so too one day, or a short time, does not make a man blessed and happy.
ForTime, not Corydon, hath conquered thee.
But all the clocks in the city Began to whirr and chime: 'O let not Time deceive you, You cannot conquerTime.'
Music is the best means we have of digesting time.
Quid est ergo tempus? Si nemo ex me quaerat, scio; si quaerenti explicare velim, nescio. What, then, is time? I know well enough what it is, provided that nobodyasksme; but if Iamasked what it is and try to explain, I am baffled.
It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy; it is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.
There is nothing to it.You only have to hit the right notes at the right time and the instrument plays itself.
Heaven isnot a place, and it isnot atime.Heaven isbeing perfect.
So let great authors have their due, as time, which is the author of authors, be not deprived of his due, which is further and further to discover the truth.
Time seemeth to be of the nature of a river or stream, which carrieth down to us that which is light and blown up, and sinketh and drowneth that which is weightyand solid.
Antiquities are history defaced, or some remnants of history which have casually escaped the shipwreck of time.
New nobility is but the act of power, but ancient nobility is the act of time.
As the births of living creatures at first are ill-shapen, so are all innovations, which are the births of time.
He that will not apply new remedies must expect new evils; for time is the greatest innovator.
To choose time is to save time.
Sometimes you move publicly, sometimes privately. Sometimes quietly, sometimes at the top of your voice. And sometimes an active policy is best advanced by doing nothing until the right timeor never.
The Fire Next Time.
O waly, waly up the bank, And waly, waly doun the brae, And waly, waly yon burn-side Where I and my love wont to gae. I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree; But first it bow'd, and syne it brake Sae my true love did lichtlie me. O waly, waly, gin love be bonnie A little time while it is new; But when 'tis auld it waxeth cauld And fades awa' like morning dew. O wherefore should I busk my heid, O wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true love has me forsook, And says he'll never lo'e me mair.
Only good girls keep diaries. Bad girls don't have time.
Mr Blawke always reminded me of a heron; I'm not sure why. Something to do with a sense of rapacious stillness, perhaps, and also the aura of one who knows time is on his side.
O douleur! o" douleur! LeTemps mange ma vie. Oh pain! Oh pain! time is eating away my life.
Souviens-toi que leTemps est un joueur avide Qui gagne sans tricher, a' tout coup! c'est la loi. Remember! Time, that tireless gambler, wins on every turn of the wheel: that is the law.
Il est l'heure de s'enivrer! Pour n'e" tre pas les esclaves martyrise s duTemps, enivrez-vous sans cesse! De vin, de poe sie ou de vertu, a' votre guise. This is the time for drunkenness! Be not the martyred slaves of Time, drink without stopping! Drink wine, poetry, or virtue, as you please.
:That passed the time. : It would have passed in any case. :Yes, but not so rapidly.
Headstones stagger under great draughts of time after heads pass out, and their world must reel speechless, blind in the end about its chilling star
For this shall every one that isgodly pray unto thee in a time when thou mayest be found: surely in the floods of great waters they shall not come nigh unto him. Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: Atimeto be born, and atimeto die; atimetoplant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; Atimetoweep, and atimeto laugh; atimetomourn, and a time to dance: A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
For he saith, I have heard thee in a time accepted, and in the day of salvation have I succoured thee: behold, now istheaccepted time; behold, now isthe dayof salvation.
Redeeming the time, because the days are evil.
Through the cold time she holds me with evergreen devotion she bears up my whiteness.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go.
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen?
That which once united man Now drives him apart.We are not helpless Creatures crashing onwards irresistibly to doom. There is time for everything and time to choose For everything.We are that time, that choice. Everybody gets what he deserves.
Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.
What's not destroyed byTime's devouring hand? Where'sTroy, and where's the Maypole in the Strand?
Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will changeit,I'mwellaware, aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneatha source of little visible delight but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff.
But somewhere, beyond Space and Time Is wetter water, slimier slime!
It is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise markethares have no time to read.
Who can speak of eternity without a solecism, or think thereof without an ecstasy? Time we may comprehend, 'tis but five days elder than ourselves.
There is no antidote against the opium of time.
Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.
This is not an easy time for humorists because the government is far funnier than we are.
Match me such marvel, save in Eastern clime, A rose-red city'half as old asTime'!
Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approachesTam maun ride; That hour, o'night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hourTam mounts his beast in.
Music is the art of sounds in the movement of time.
But I have lived, and have not lived in vain: My mind may loose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain; But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire. Something unearthly, which they deem not of, Like the remembered tone of a mute lyre, Shall on their softened spirits sink, and move In hearts all rocky now the late remorse of love.
Britain has lived for too long on borrowed time, borrowed money, and even borrowed ideas.
The Crafts which require the most Time intraining or most Ingenuityand Industry must necessarily be the best paid.
Meanwhile, we too admit that the present is an important time We were wise indeed, could we discern truly the signs of our own time; and by knowledge of its wants and advantages, wiselyadjust our own position in it.
Underall speech there lies a silencethat isbetter. Silence is deep as Eternity; speech is shallow asTime.
In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time; the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.
'The time has come,'the Walrus said, 'To talk of many things: Of shoesand shipsand sealing-wax Of cabbagesand kings And why the sea is boiling hot And whether pigs have wings.'
My good friends, this is the second time in our history that there has come back from Germany to Downing Street peace with honour. I believe it is peace for our time.Go home and have a nice, quiet sleep. See also Disraeli 277:85.
For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
At once the cleanest and most isolated way of having a bad time which has ever been devised.
Le temps et le monde et la personne ne se rencontrent qu'une seule fois. Time, the world and the person only encounter one another once.
Je me cherche a' travers les sie' cles et je ne me vois nulle part. I have searched for myself across time and have not found myself anywhere.
He could not die when the trees were green, For he loved the time too well.
Art produces ugly things which frequently become beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
Hethat inhisstudieswhollyapplieshimselftolabourand exercise, and neglects meditation, loses his time, and he that only applies himself to meditation, and neglects labour and exercise, only wanders and loses himself.
It isclosing time inthegardens oftheWest and fromnow on an artist will be judged only by the resonance of his solitude or the quality of his despair.
All beauteous things for which we live By laws of space and time decay. But Oh, the very reason why I clasp them, is because they die.
HISTORICALOVERDOSING:To live in a period of time when too much seems to happen.
HISTORICAL SLUMMING: the act of visiting locations such as diners, smokestack industrial sites, rural villageslocations where time appears to have been frozen many years backso as to experience relief when one returns back to'the present'.
Dead echoes! But I knew her body there, Time like a serpent down her shoulder, dark, And space, an eaglet's wing, laid on her hair.
The famous soft watches are nothing else than the tender, extravagant, solitary, paranoic-critical camembert of time and space.
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish and restore the light; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill adventured youth: Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn Without the torment of the night's untruth.
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?
She's the original good time who was had by all.
Doing time is like climbing a mountain wearing roller skates.
What argufies pride and ambition? Soon or late death will take us in tow: Each bullet has got its commission, And when our time's come we must go.
Take a little timecount five-and-twenty,Tattycoram.
Was there ever in anyone's life span a point free in time, devoid of memory, a night when choice was any more than the sum of all the choices gone before?
Time is the great physician.
Though I sit down now, thetime will come whenyou will hear me.
Time goes, you say? Ah no! Alas,Time stays, we go.
Time is the101st Senatorthe ally of the people who want to do nothing.
I will not look upon the quickening sun, But straight her beauty to my sense shall run; The air shall note her soft, the fire most pure; Water suggest her clear, and the earth sure; Time shall not lose our passages.
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys, and sour prentices, Go tell court-huntsmen that the King will ride, Call countryants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
And all my endeavours are unlucky explorers come back, abandoning the expedition; the specimens, the lilies of ambition still spring in their climate, still unpicked; but time, time is all I lacked to find them, as the great collectors before me.
The advantage of time and place in practical actions is half the victory; which being lost is irrecoverable.
There isplentyof timetowinthisgame, and tothrashthe Spaniards too.
WhenTime shall turn those amber locks to grey, My verse again shall gild and make them gay.
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part; Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
One thing alone I charge you. As you live, believe in life! Always human beings will live and progress to a greater, broader and fuller life. The only possible death is to lose belief in this truth simply because the great end comes slowly, because time is long.
Aphorismsgive you more for your time and money than any other literary form.Only the poem comes near to it, but then most good poems either start off from an aphorism orarrive at one Aphorisms and epigrams are the corner-stones of literaryart.
Let us draw an arrow arbitrarily. If as we follow the arrow we find more and more of the random element in the world, then the arrow is pointing towards the future; if therandomelement decreasesthearrow pointstowards the past I shall usethe phrase'time's arrow'to express this one-way property of time which has no analogue in space.
Hurry up please it's time.
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past.
Time past and time future Allow but a little consciousness.
Only through time time is conquered.
Time and the bell have buried the day, The black cloud carries the sun away.
The tolling bell Measures time not our time, rung by the unhurried Ground swell, a time Older than the time of chronometers.
Time the destroyer is time the preserver.
You cannot face it steadily, but this thing is sure, That time is no healer: the patient is no longer here.
For most of us, there is only the unattended Moment, the moment in and out of time.
Midwinter Spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
A people without history Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern Of timeless moments.
This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it.
Honeymoon's overtime to get married.
Maybe the only thing worse than having to give gratitude constantlyall the time, is having to accept it.
Leibniz n'e tait point marie ; il y avait pense a' l'a" ge de cinquante ans; mais la personne qu'il avait en vue voulut avoir le temps de faire ses re flexions. Cela donne a' Leibniz le loisir de faire aussi les siennes, et il ne se maria point. Leibniz never married; he had considered it at the age of fifty, but the person he had in mind desired time to think about it. This gave Leibniz time to reflect, also, and he didn't marry.
He hath shook hands with time.
Why, I hold fate Clasped in my fist, and could command the course Of time's eternal motion, hadst thou been One thought more steady than an ebbing sea.
What use the green river, the gold place, if time and death pinned human in the pocket of my land not rest from taking underground the green all-willowed and white rose and bean flower and morning-mist picnic of song in pepper-pot breast of thrush?
Time is money.
The poets get a quizzical ahem. They reflect time, I am the very ticking.
I wish you would recollect that Painting and Punctuality mix like Oil and Vinegar, and that Genius and regularity are utter Enemies and must be to the end of time.
It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.
My object all sublime I shall achieve in time To let the punishment fit the crime.
That state is a state of Slavery in which a man does what he likes to do in his spare time and in his working time that which is required of him.
The madman bum and angel beat inTime, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death.
Poetryisnotanexpressionofthepartyline.It'sthattimeof night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
One cannot fight against the future. Time is on our side.
Ich bin Schriftsteller von Beruf. Ich versuche, gegen die vergehende Zeit anzuschreiben, damit dasVergangene nicht unbekannt bleibt. I am a writer by profession. I seek in my writing to hold back time so that the past is not forgotten.
Counting the slow heart beats, The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats, Wakeful they lie.
But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Nor second he, that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of ecstasy, The secrets of th'abyss to spy. He passed the flaming bounds of place and time: 370 The living throne, the sapphire-blaze, Where angels tremble, while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
Only your hearts be frolic, for the time Craves that we taste of naught but jouissance.
There's time enough for everything in the Never-Never.
Hisfacewearing thefixityof athoughtful child'swho has felt the pricks of life somewhat before his time.
How is it possible to sayan unkind or irreverential word of Rome? The city of all time, and of all the world!
So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying; Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.
That Time could turn up his swift sandy glass, To untell the days.
Whatsoever therefore is consequent to a time of war, where every man is enemy to every man; the same is consequent to the time wherein men live without other security than what their own strength, and their own invention shall furnish them withall. In such condition, there isno place for industry; becausethe fruit thereof is uncertain: and consequently no culture of the earth; no navigation, nor use of the commodities that may be imported by sea; no commodious building; no instruments of moving, and removing such things as require much force; no knowledge of the face of the Earth; no account of Time; no Arts; no Letters; no Society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
Time, you old gipsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day?
My life was a strange one that summer, the last summer of its kind there was ever to be. I was riding high on sex and self-esteemit was my time, my belle e poque but allthewhilewith a faintflickerofcalamity, likeflames around a photograph, something seen out of the corner of the eye.
Time has three dimensions and one positive pitch or direction. It is therefore not so much like any river or any sea as like the Sea of Galilee, which has the Jordan running through it and giving a current to the whole.
The fine pleasure is not to do a thing but to feel that you could If I could but get on, if I could but produce a work I should not mind its being buried, silenced, and going no further; but it kills me to be time's eunuch and never to beget.
Birds buildbut not I build; no, but strain, Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes. Mine,O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.
Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; Breath's a ware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey's over There'll be time enough to sleep.
Popular in our time, unpopular in his. So runs the stereotype of rejected genius.
Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
You must remember this, a kiss is still a kiss, A sigh is just a sigh; The fundamental things apply, As time goes by.
You were English and not English. It took time to realize that England was far away.
Enlarge my life with multitude of days, In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy.
The greatest part of a writer's time is spent in reading, in order to write: a man will turn over half a library to make one book.
It mattersnot howa mandies,but how helives.Theact of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.
Well, I will scourge those apes, And to these courteous eyes oppose a mirror, As large as is the stage whereon we act; Where they shall see the time's deformity Anatomised in every nerve, and sinew, With constant courage, and contempt of fear.
Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain: Suns that set may rise again; But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumour are but toys.
He was not of an age, but for all time!
Every work of art is the child of its time, often it is the mother of our emotions.
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
At what time does the dissipation of energy begin?
A guest of one's time and not a member of the household.
It is perfectly true, as philosophers say, that life must be understood backwards.But they forget the other proposition, that it must be lived forwards. And if one thinks over that proposition it becomes more and more evident that life can never really be understood in time simply because at no particular moment can I find the necessary resting-place from which to understand itbackwards.
There was nothing noble-minded men could not do when they discovered they could slap time on their wrists just like that.
Space-ships and time machines are no escape from the human condition. Let Othello subject Desdemona to a lie-detector test; his jealousy will still blind him to the evidence. Let Oedipus triumph over gravity; he won't triumph over his fate.
They say: 'There is nothing but our present life; we die, and we live, and nothing but Time destroys us.'Of that they have no knowledge; they merely conjecture.
There is only one truth, and many opinions. Therefore, most people are wrong most of the time.
In time the savage bull sustains the yoke; In time all haggard hawks will stoop to lure; In time small wedges cleave the hardest oak, In time the flint is pierced with softest shower, And she in time will fall from her disdain, And rue the sufferance of your friendly pain.
Ne reprenez, dame, si j'ai aime , Si j'ai senti mille torches ardentes, Mille travaux, mille douleurs mordantes, Si, en pleurant, j'ai mon temps consume . Do not blame me, madam, if I loved, If I felt one thousand burning torches, One thousand labours, or one thousand scathing pains, If, in crying, I spent all my time.
Le temps, qui fortifie les amitie s, affaiblit l'amour. Time, which strengthens friendships, weakens love.
Ceux qui emploient mal leur temps sont les premiers a' se plaindre de sa brie' vete . Those who make poor use of their time are the first to complain of its brevity.
Sur les ailes duTemps la tristesse s'envole. Grief is carried off by the wings of time.
Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them.
What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. Theyare to be happy in: Where can we live but days?
Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone fidelity They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.
Roamin' in the gloamin'on the bonnie banks o'Clyde. Roamin' in the gloamin' wae my lassie by my side. When the sun has gone to rest, That's the time that we love best O, it's lovely roamin' in the gloamin'!
The same costume will be Indecent10 years before its time Shameless5 years before its time Outre (daring)1year before its time Smart Dowdy1year after its time Hideous10 years after its time Ridiculous20 years after its time Amusing30 years after its time Quaint50 years after its time Charming70 years after its time Romantic100 years after its time Beautiful150 years after its time.
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
Really I suppose what I hate myself most on is showing other people where to dig, not having time to do intensiveand exclusive digging myself.Iama dowserand not a navvy.
The day consists of twenty-four hours only. This regulates the size of the house and the ro" le it has to fulfil. For the twenty-four hour day is short, and our acts and thoughts are spurred on by time. If we were taught to regard the hand of the clock as a beneficent but implacable god, we should order our lives more rationally.
We met at nine We met at eight I was on time No, you were late Ah yes! I remember it well.
Because it saves time.
You can fool some of the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all of the time.
I dislike burdensand at my back I often hearTime's winged chariot changing gear. See Marvell 556:62.
Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
Any girl who was a lady would not even think of having such a good time that she did not remember to hang on to her jewelry.
They died When time was open-eyed, Wooden and childish; only bones abide There, in the nowhere, where their boats were tossed Sky-high, where mariners had fabled news of IS, the whited monster.
The man is killing timethere's nothing else.
We call the heroes of the past heroes of production.We feel entitled to call the present day magazine heroes 'idols ofconsumption'.Indeed, almosteveryoneofthem is directly, or indirectly, related to the sphere of leisure time.
The men of our time are not to be converted or perverted by quartos.
There was a time when the most powerful of human intellects were deluded by the gibberish of the astrologer and the alchemist But time advances; facts accumulate; doubts arise The highest intellects, like thetops of mountains, are the first to catch and to reflect the dawn.
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ryTay! Alas! I am very sorry to say That ninety lives have been taken away On the last Sabbath day of1879, Which will be remember'd for a very long time.
Tha t|'m, am fiadh, an coille Hallaig. Time, the deer, is in the wood of Hallaig.
For tribal man space was the uncontrollable mystery. For technological man it is time that occupies the same role.
Time was awayand somewhere else.
The past exudes legend: one can't make pure clay of time's mud. There is no life that can be recaptured wholly; as it was.Which is to say that all biography is ultimately fiction.
Die Zeit hat inWirklichkeit keine Einschnitte, es gibt kein Gewitter oder Drommetenget o« n beim Beginn eines neuen Monats oder Jahres, und selbst bei dem eines neuen S a« kulums sind es nur wir Menschen, die schieÞen und l a« uten. Timehasno divisionstomark its passage, there isnevera thunderstorm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols.
Die Zeit ist das Element der Erz a« hlung, wie sie das Element des Lebens ist,unl o« sbar damit verbunden, wie mit den K o« rpern im Raum. Sie ist auch das Element der Musik, als welche die Zeit misst und gliedert, sie kurzweilig und kostbar auf einmal macht. For time is the medium of narration, as it is the medium of life. Both are inextricably bound up with it, as are bodies in space. Similarly, time is the medium of music; music divides, measures, articulates time, and can shorten it, yet enhance its value, both at once.
I have not time to say any more, but to beg you will give my duty to the Queen, and let her know her army has had a glorious victory. MonsieurTallard and two other generals are in my coach, and I am following the rest.
Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, And then thou must be damned perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come. Fair nature's eye, rise, rise, again, and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but Ayear, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente currite, noctis equi: The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned. Oh, I'll leap up to my God!Who pulls me down? See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament! One drop would save my soul, half a drop, ah, my Christ.
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.
Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
People who leave their own time out of their work cannot be surprised if their time fails to find them interesting.
There comes a time whenyou haveto let yourclothesgo out in the world and try to make it on their own.
[Plays that would] cut through time like a knife through a layer cake or a road through a mountain revealing its geologic layers.
This is not a book in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit inthe face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny,Time, Love, Beautywhat you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off-key perhaps, but I will sing.
History is the myth, the true myth, of man's fall made manifest in time.
But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.
Ring out, ye crystal spheres, Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time, And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th'angelic symphony.
For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled vanity Will sicken soon and die.
Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.
God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.
That space the Evil One abstracted stood From his own evil, and for the time remained Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed, Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge.
Death and taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them!
On ne meurt qu'une fois, et c'est pour si longtemps! We only die once; and it's for such a long time!
The chief aim of their constitution is that, whenever public needs permit, all citizens should be free, so far as possible, to withdraw their time and energy from the service of the body, and devote themselves to the freedom and culture of the mind. For that, they think, is the real happiness of life.
Many things are unspoken In the life of a man, and with a place there is an unspoken love also in undercurrents, drifting, waiting its time.
There is a road that turning always Cuts off the country of Again. Archers stand there on every side And as it runs time's deer is slain, And lies where it has lain.
Kindness and courage can repair time's faults, And serving him breeds patience and courtesy In us, light sojourners and passing subjects.
Each human spirit is immortalfor time cannot destroy
Till I, high in the tower of my time Among familiar ruins, began to cry For accident, sickness, justice, war and crime, Because all died, because I had to die. The snow fell, the trees stood, the promise kept, And a child I slept.
I am just going outside and may be some time. See Scott 722:82.
A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
In our time, political speech and writing are largely the defence of the indefensible.
Tempus edax rerum. Time the devourer of everything.
Suppose I had found a watch upon the ground, and it should be enquired how the watch happened to be in that place The inference, we think, is inevitable; that the watch must have had a maker, that there must have existed, at some time and at some place or other, an artificer or artificers, who formed it for the purpose whichwe find it actually toanswer; who comprehended its construction, and designed its use.
By the time you say you're his, Shivering and sighing And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying Lady, make a note of this: One of you is lying.
Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion.
Time spent on any item of the agenda will be in inverse proportion to the sum involved.
La vraie e loquence se moque de l'e loquence, la vraie morale se moque de la morale. True eloquence has no time foreloquence, true morality has no time for morality.
Knowledge of physical science will not console me for ignorance of morality in time of affliction, but knowledge of morality will always console me for ignorance of physical science.
Je n'ai fait plus longue que parce queje n'ai pas eu le loisir de la faire plus courte. I have made this letter longer than usual, only because I have not had the time to make it shorter.
Sin duda la cercan|a de la muerte y la fraternidad de las armas producen, en todos los tiempos y en todos los pa|ses, una atmo sfera propicia a lo extraordinario, a todo aquello que sobrepasa la condicio n humana y rompe el c|rculo de soledad que rodea a cada hombre. No doubt the nearness of death and the brotherhood of men-at-wars, at whatever time and in whatever country, always produce an atmosphere favorable to the extraordinary, to all that rises above the human condition and breaks the circle of solitude that surrounds each one of us.
But though first love's impassioned blindness Has passed away in colder light, I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till our last goodnight. The ever-rolling silent hours Will bring a time we shall not know, When our young days of gathering flowers Will be an hundred years ago.
A message came on the wireless for me. It said: ''. So the time had come, I thought, Eighth Army was taking the offensive. The date was, I think, May18th,1942.
Bureaucracy defends the status quo long past the time when the quo has lost its status.
Observe that it is a grave error to believe that all mediums of art are not closely tied to their time.
For I spend all my time going about trying to persuade you, young and old, to make your first and chief concern not for your bodies nor for your possessions, but for the highest welfare of your souls, proclaiming as Igo,Wealth does not bring goodness, but goodness brings wealth and every other blessing, both to the individual and to the state.
Parliaments are the great lie of our time.
For three years, out of key with his time, He strove to resuscitate the dead art Of poetry; to maintain'the sublime' In the old sense.Wrong from the start No, hardly, but seeing he had been born In a half savage country, out of date.
There is a strong disposition in youth, from which some individuals never escape, to suppose that everyone else is having a more enjoyable time than we are ourselves.
Finnegans Wake took him seventeen years to write, a length of time that suggests an elaborate hobby rather than a passionate desire to create something.
L'amour, c'est l'espace et le temps rendus sensibles au c½ur. Love is space and time made tender to the heart.
Le temps qui change les e" tres ne modifie pas l'image que nous avons garde e d'eux. Although time changes people, it cannot change the image we have already made of them.
Uneasily the leaves fall at this season, forgetting what to do or where to go; the red amnesiacs of autumn drifting thru the graveyard forest. What they have forgotten they have forgotten: what they meant to do instead of fall is not in earth or time recoverable the fossils of intention, the shapes of rot.
Even such isTime, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have, And pays us but with age and dust, Who in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days, And from which earth, and grave, and dust The Lord shall raise me up, I trust.
But time is tied to the wrist or kept in a box, ticking with impatience.
I saw dawn upon them like the sun a vision of a time when all men walk proudly through the earth and the bombs and missiles lie at the bottom of the ocean like the bones of dinosaurs buried under the shale of eras.
It's funny when you feel as if you don't want anything more in your life except to sleep, or else to lie without moving. That's when you can hear time sliding past you, like water running.
It's exhilarating to be alive in a time of awakening consciousness; it can also be confusing, disorienting, and painful.
Since we're not young, weeks have to do time for years of missing each other.Yet only this odd warp in time tells me we're not young.
In a dark time the eye begins to see.
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.
Whena mangoesinforpolitics over here, hehasnotime to labour, and any man that labours has no time to fool with politics.Over there, politics is an obligation; over here it's a business.
The darkness crumbles away It is the same old druid Time as ever.
Earth has waited for them, All the time of their growth Fretting for their decay: Now she has them at last.
Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.
A body of work such as Pasteur's is inconceivable in our time: no manwould be given a chance to create a whole science. Nowadays a path is scarcely opened up when the crowd begins to pour in.
Any time you see him he isgenerally by himself because being by himself is not apt to cost him anything.
Political economy (the economyof a State, orofcitizens) consists simply in the production, preservation, and distribution, at fittest time and place, of useful or pleasurable things.
All books are divided into two classes, the books of the hour, and the books of all time.
Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they stand, Each with his feuds, and jealousies, and sorrows. Soldiers are sworn to action; they must win Some flaming, fatal climax with their lives. Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin They think of firelit homes, clean beds and wives.
And what is time but shadows that were cast By these storm-sculptured stones while centuries fled? The stones remain; their stillness can outlast The skies of history hurrying overhead.
We are cursed,Waldo, born cursed from the time our mothersbring usintotheworld tilltheshroudsare puton us.
He comes to us as One unknown, without a name, as of old, by the lakeside, He came to those who knew Him not. He speaks to us the same word: 'Follow thou me!' and setsustothetaskswhich Hehastofulfil forour time. He commands. And to those who obey Him, whether they be wise or simple,He will reveal Himself inthetoils, 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.
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
There's a gude time coming.
Le temps vole et m'emporte malgre moi; j'ai beau vouloir le retenir, c'est lui qui m'entra|"ne; et cette pense e me fait grande peur: vous devinez a' peu pre' s pourquoi. Time flies and takes me with it despite my efforts; I'd like to hold it back, but it keeps dragging me along and this thought frightens me greatly: you can perhaps guess why.
We are the masters at the moment, and not only at the moment, but for a very long time to come.
Fate,Time,Occasion,Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
Ihave oftenwished Ihad timeto cultivatemodesty But I am too busy thinking about myself.
But what is Dust, SaveTime's most lethal weapon, Her faithful ally and our sneaking foe?
In reality, killing time Is only the name for another of the multifarious ways By whichTime kills us.
Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not myTime, the flood that does not flow. Between the double and the single bell Of a ship's hour, between a round of bells From the dark warship riding there below, I have lived many lives, and this one life Of Joe, long dead, who lives between five bells.
Wann geht der n a« chste Schwan? What time's the next swan?
Here they have no time for the fine graces of poetry, unless it freely grows in deep compulsion, like water in the well, woven into the texture of the soil in a strong pattern.
A Good Time was Had By All.
The capital is become an overgrown monster; which, like a dropsical head, will in time leave the body and extremities without nourishment and support.
One's prime is elusive.You little girls, when you grow up, must be onthealertto recognise your primeat whatever time of your life it may occur.You must live it to the full.
The poet shares with other artists the faculty of seeing things as though for the first time.
We were obsessed by the feeling that this was the supreme cause of our time. The cause of poets and of writers.The cause of freedom. And that unlessthe cause of anti-Fascism was won, unless Fascism was defeated, we would be unable to exist as writers.
Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the hours their numbers spend! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move!
There is continual spring, and harvest there Continual, both meeting at one time: For both the boughs do laughing blossoms bear, And with fresh colours deck the wanton prime, And eke attonce the heavy trees they climb, Which seem to labour under their fruits load: The whiles the joyous birds make their pastime Amongst the shady leaves, their sweet above, And their true loves without suspicion tell abroad.
It takes a lot of time to be a genius, you have to sit around so much doing nothing, really doing nothing.
It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge intime, toprotest againstchange, particularlychangefor the better.
Is this a fit time, said my father to himself, to talk of Pensions and Grenadiers?
It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place, It has to face the man of the time.
The time was out of joint, and he was only too delighted to have been born to set it right.
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran.
For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust; No thorns go as deep as a rose's, And love is more cruel than lust. Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.
There lies the port; the vessel, puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheadsyou and I are old: Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices.Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows: for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Though much is taken, much abides: and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and hearth: that which we are, we are: One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.
Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest; Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest. Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie: Go by, go by.
Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame Is racked with pains that conquer trust; And Time, a maniac scattering dust, And Life, a Fury slinging flame.
O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages.
Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
Unless we change our ways and our direction, our greatness as a nation will soon be a footnote in the history books, a distant memory of an offshore island, lost in the mist of time like Camelot, remembered kindly for its noble past.
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.
Too many of the artists of Wales spend too much time talking about the position of theartists of Wales.There is only one position for an artist anywhere: and that is, upright.
History is hard to knowbutit seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the timeand which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.
Youcanfooltoomanyofthepeopletoomuchofthetime. See Lincoln 510:35.
The first duty of the press is to obtain the earliest and most correct intelligence of the events of the time, and bydisclosing them, to makethemthe common property of the nation.
Il n'y a qu'un journal qui puisse venir de poser au me" me moment dans mille esprits la me" me pense e. Only a newspaper can place at the same time in a thousand minds the same thought.
'Future shock'the shattering stress and disorientation that we induce in individuals by subjecting them to too much change in too short a time.
Everything we see Teaches the time that we are living in.
There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy's lifewhenhehas a ragingdesiretogosomewhereand dig for hidden treasure.
How slow and still the time did drag along.
But it warn't no time to be sentimentering.
I admire him, I frankly confess it; and when his time is come I shall buy a piece of the rope for a keepsake.
For a long time we dreamed of a real leather ball, and at last my brother had one for his birthday. The feel of the leather, the stitching round it, the faint gold letters stamped upon it, the touch of the seam, the smell of it, all affected me so deeply that I still have that ache of beauty when I hold a cricket ball.
I saw Eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright, And round beneath it,Time in hours, days, years Driven by the spheres Like a vast shadow moved.
Dans ce pays-ci il est bon de tuer de temps en temps un amiral pour encourager les autres. In this country it is considered a good thing to kill an admiral from time to time, to encourage the others.
Time is the metre, memory the only plot.
Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Sir Henry Wottonwas also a most dear lover, and a frequent practiser of the art of angling; of which he would say,'it was anemployment forhisidletimea rest to his mind, a cheerer of his spirits, a diverter of sadness, a calmer of unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a procurer of contentedness; and that it begat habits of peace and patience in those that professed and practised it.'
I am happiest when I am idle. I could live for months without performing any kind of labour, and at the expiration of that time I should feel fresh and vigorous enough togo right on inthesame way for numerous more months.
The time is now near at hand which must probably determine whether Americans are to be freemen or slaves The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the courage and conduct of this army.Our cruel and unrelenting enemy leaves us only the choice of brave resistance or abject submission.We have, therefore, to resolve to conquer or die.
That vessel in which the powers of steam are to be employed to work the engine, which is called the Cylinder in common fire engines, and which I call the SteamVessel, must, during the whole time the engine is at work, be kept ashot asthesteamthat entersit; first, by enclosing it ina case of wood, oranyother materialsthat transmit heat slowly; secondly, by surrounding it with steam or other heated bodies; and thirdly, by suffering neither water noranyother substance colder thansteam to enter and touch it during that time.
I hope in time 'twill grow into a custom That noblemen shall come with cap and knee To purchase a night's lodging of their wives. 895
It's full time work being on social security. They really make you earn your living.
At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world about me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all.
The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order, a timetable not necessarilyperhaps not possiblychronological It isthe continuousthread of revelation.
Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half the people are right more than half the time.
The time not to become a father is eighteen years before a war.
The best time to listen to a politician is when he is on a street corner, in the rain, late at night, when he's exhausted. Then he doesn't lie.
What ismorality inany given time or place? It iswhat the majority thenand therehappento like, and immorality is what they dislike.
The Americans of all nations at any time upon the earth have probably the fullest poetical nature. The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.
I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.
Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.
A living is made, Mr Kemper, by selling something that everybody needs at least once a year.Yes, sir! And a million ismade by producing something that everybody needs every day.You artists produce something that nobody needs at any time.
But there comes a time in everybody's life when he must decide whether he'll live among human beings or nota fool among fools or a fool alone.
I didn't go to the moon, I went much furtherfor time is the longest distance between two places.
It haunts me, the passage of time. I think time is a mercilessthing.Ithink life is a process of burning oneself out and timeisthefirethat burnsyou.But Ithink thespirit of man is a good adversary.
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thundereverlastingly.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; Turn whereso'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Ask him what time it is and he'll tell you how the watch was made.
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight, Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
The innocent and the beautiful Have no enemy but time.
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