Time

Time left me one day, and when it did it told me not to be frightened that it would be back if I asked. You see it wasn't feeling appreciated by me, it said it was tired of being there when all people wanted was more, more, more. At first I felt empowered to change my surroundings, without time I could fix all my problems. Then crying to myself, no time later at all, I realized I couldn't measure myself against infinity. I begged time to return, that I was happy with it when it was here. I said I would never complain about not there being enough and like warm rain, time came back to engulf me, and rescue me from oblivion. I told time that I was glad he was back, and that as much as he was here is all of him I'd need.

The long winter evenings were devoted to reading seed catalogs and planning her garden. Julia was always eager for spring to arrive.

I do not have enough time left in my life to spend it
with training for the world record in marathon running.


(hi, old pirate)

Time crumbles things; everything grows old under the power of Time and is forgotten through the lapse of Time.

(Aristotle)

Time flies like an arrow.
Fruit flies like a banana.

Time is the most valuable thing a man can spend.

(Theophrastus)

Time as he grows old teaches all things.

(Aeschylus)

It's time for the human race to enter the solar system.

(Dan Quayle)

»Time is irrelevant, lunch time doubley so...«
Ford Prefect, Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

(Homer)

Do not squander time for that is the stuff life is made of.

(Benjamin Franklin)

Time is only an illusion, life is only a memory. If you can prove me wrong I will love you forever.

Shakespeare Sonnet-a-Day



XIX.

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.

Time cancels young pain.

(Euripides)