Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past, even while we attempt to define it.
Time is an equal opportunity employer. Each human being has exactly the same number of hours and minutes every day. Rich people can't buy more hours. Scientists can't invent new minutes. And you can't save time to spend it on another day. Even so, time is amazingly fair and forgiving. No matter how much time you've wasted in the past, you still have an entire tomorrow.
Only when the clock stops does time come to life
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.
Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.
What then is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know.
Our linear concept of time means nothing to nature.
The aesthetic discussion of photography is dominated by the concept of time. Photographs appear as devices stopping time and preserving fragments of the past, like flies in amber.
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
The concept of time shuts off eternity.
Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.
Time is what we want most, but what we use worst.
Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.
Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new... but who can understand and measure its sharp breath, its mystery and its design?
For time is the longest distance between two places.
Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
Time is the coin of life. Only you can determine how it will be spent.
Old Time, that greatest and longest established spinner of all!... his factory is a secret place, his work is noiseless, and his Hands are mutes.
The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of 60 minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.
For disappearing acts, it's hard to beat what happens to the eight hours supposedly left after eight of sleep and eight of work.
A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.
Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new.
Time is an equal opportunity employer. Each human being has exactly the same number of hours and minutes in a day.
The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.
Time flies on restless pinions - constant never.
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