Time and Its Passage

The present will not long endure.

Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass.

Whether if soul did not exist time would exist or not, is a question that may fairly be asked; for if there cannot be someone to count there cannot be anything that can be counted, so that evidently there cannot be number; for number is either what has been, or what can be, counted.

But time growing old teaches all things.

The future interests me - I'm going to spend the rest of my life there.

Geological time is not money.

It's an epitome of life. The first half of it consists of the capacity to enjoy without the chance; the last half consists of the chance without the capacity.

Don't live in the past, don't ponder about the future, stay at the PRESENT moment NOW...always.

A thing long expected takes the form of the unexpected when at last it comes .

Methuselah lived to be 969 years old . You boys and girls will see more in the next fifty years than Methuselah saw in his whole lifetime.

What is human life? The first third a good time; the rest remembering about it.

History never repeats itself; at best it sometimes rhymes.

If, then, my awareness of the past and future makes me less aware of the present, I must begin to wonder whether I am actually living in the real world.

Life is like music for its own sake. We are living in an eternal now, and when we listen to music we are not listening to the past, we are not listening to the future, we are listening to an expanded present.

I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.

O time! swift devourer of all created things!

A man of supreme folly: his life flies away while he is merely hoping to enjoy it.

O Time with your teethy years! You swallow up all things little by little in a slow-motion, wrinkling process of dying.

Some promises and time disappoint us.

Truth was always but the daughter of time.

A long life is a life well spent.

Look at light and admire its beauty. Close your eyes, and then look again: what you saw is no longer there; and what you will see later is not yet.

When you put your hand in a flowing stream, you touch the last that has gone before and the first of what is still to come.

In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.