John Donne Quotes About Time

Quotes about: Time

• Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

  John Donne

  Love, Time, Rags

  'Songs and Sonnets' 'The Sun Rising'

• Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noon to illustrate all shadows, as the sheaves in harvest, to fill all penuries, all occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons.

  John Donne

  Time, Spring, Shadow

  1624 Sermons,'Christmas Day, 1624'.

• Eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period.

  John Donne

  Time, Art, Philosophy

  John Donne, John E. Booty (1990). “John Donne: Selections from Divine Poems, Sermons, Devotions, and Prayers”, p.7, Paulist Press

• If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.

  John Donne

  Time, Long, Eternity

  John Donne, John E. Booty (1990). “John Donne: Selections from Divine Poems, Sermons, Devotions, and Prayers”, p.7, Paulist Press

• 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.

  John Donne

  Running, Time, Fire

  c.1595 Elegies, no.12,'His Parting from Her'.

• 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.

  John Donne

  Running, Time, Kings

  'Songs and Sonnets' 'The Sun Rising'

• True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore ; this is the second of our reign.

  John Donne

  Love, Time, Writing

  John Donne (1993). “Selected Poems”, p.12, Courier Corporation

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