Time and Its Passage

Fugit inreparabile tempus .

Time is our tedious song should here have ending.

Old age lives minutes slowly, hours quickly; childhood chews hours and swallows minutes.

This day Time winds th’ exhausted chain, To run the twelvemonth’s length again.

Every man regards his own life as the New Year’s Eve of time.

Time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch’d, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.

Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

 

Days and months are travellers of eternity.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. J. R. R.

 

The Road goes ever on and on

 

Time has passed like a courier with urgent news. But that’s just our simile. The character’s invented, his haste is make-believe, his news inhuman.

Let you hold in mind, girls, that your beauty must pass

 

The Pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy.

 

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come Again in this identical disguise.

The present is the point at which time touches eternity.

 

Time and space are fragments of the infinite for the use of finite creatures.

Life and the memory of it cramped, dim, on a piece of Bristol board.

Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

And here face downward in the sun To feel how swift how secretly The shadow of the night comes on.

 

Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now does always last.

The Future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

Time the subtle thief of youth.

Under Pont Mirabeau flows the Seine. 3

Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.