Quotes to inspire and reflect

Time is that in which all things pass away.

Time is like an enterprising manager always bent on staging some new and surprising production, without knowing very well what it will be.

Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.

Both in thought and in feeling, even though time be real, to realise the unimportance of time is the gate of wisdom.

l ime heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons.

In theory one is aware that the earth revolves, but in practice one does not perceive it, the ground upon which one treads seems not to move, and one can live undisturbed. So it is with Time in one’s life.

When one day is like all the others, then they are all like one; complete uniformity would make the longest life seem short, and as though it had stolen away from us unawares.

Time flies apace—we would fain believe that everything flies forward with it.

The most intractable of our experiences is the experience of Time—the intuition of duration, combined with the thought of perpetual perishing.

Time is the rider that breaks youth.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

Most of the methods for measuring the lapse of time have, I believe, been the contrivance of monks and religious recluses, who, finding time hang heavy on their hands, were at some pains to see how they got rid of it.

The laws of science do not distinguish between the past and the future.

God Himself chasteneth not with a rod but with time.

Time deals gently only with those who take it gently.

Time was rushing around me like water around a big wet rock. The only difference is, I was not so

The days come and go like muffled and veiled figures sent from a distant friendly party, but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.

Time is the continuous loop, the snakeskin with scales endlessly overlapping without beginning or end, or time is an ascending spiral if you will, like a child’s toy Slinky.

Time is a Test of Trouble— / But not a Remedy— / If such it prove, it prove too / There was no Malady—.

Time heals nothing—which should make us better able to minister.

Time is the only true purgatory.

Time! the Corrector where our judgments err, / The test of Truth, Love—sole philosopher, / For all beside are sophists.

Time lost is time when we have not lived a full human life, time unenriched by experience, creative endeavor, enjoyment and suffering.

The ruins of Time build mansions in Eternity.

Since time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence—neither speed up nor slow down, add to nor diminish—it is an imponderably valuable gift.

Time in his aging overtakes all things alike.

Time brings all things to pass.

A man often pays dear for a small frugality.

Men do not realize how great an income thrift is.

Expense, and great expense, may be an essential part of true economy.

I am money’s medium. It passes through me— taxes, insurance, mortgage, child support, rent, legal fees. All this dignified blundering costs plenty.

Economy is a distributive virtue, and consists not in saving but in selection.

Men are divided between those who are as thrifty as if they would live forever, and those who are as extravagant as if they were going to die the next day.

A bluff taken seriously is more useful than a serious threat interpreted as a bluff.

Things thought too long can be no longer thought, / For beauty dies of beauty, worth of worth, / And ancient lineaments are blotted out.

A man’s thinking goes on within his consciousness in a seclusion in comparison with which any physical seclusion is an exhibition to public view.

The essence of thought, as the essence of life, is growth.

It is so easy for people to have sympathy with suffering. It is so difficult for them to have sympathy with thought.

It belongs to the self-respect ot intellect to pursue every tangle of thought to its final unravel- ment.

The importance of an individual thinker owes something to chance. For it depends upon the fate of his ideas in the minds of his successors.

I know what I’m thinking bout, I think. Nothing. And as much of it as I can.

Thought depends absolutely on the stomach, but in spite of that, those who have the best stomachs are not the best thinkers.

We pass thoughts around, from mind to mind, so compulsively and with such speed that the brains of mankind often appear, functionally, to be undergoing fusion.

Those who think are excessively few; and those few do not set themselves to disturb the world.

Thought is essentially practical in the sense that but for thought no motion would be an action, no change a progress.

The body always ends by being a bore. Nothing remains beautiful and interesting except thought, because the thought is the life.

All the mind’s activity is easy if it is not subjected to reality.

Man is obviously made to think. It is his whole dignity and his whole merit.