31 Quotes About Passing-of-time

Far from the shore stands the grey lighthouse, above sunken slimy rocks that are seen when the tide is low, but unseen when the tide is high. Past that beacon for a century have swept the majestic barques of the seven seas. In the days of my grandfather there were many; in the days of my father not so many; and now there are so few that I sometimes feel strangely alone, as though I were the last man on our planet.

Le vide n'existe pas. Le tableau est toujours achevé. Même si Scarlatti s'était contenté de transcrire les notes jouées par son chat, le morceau aurait été là. Un seul et unique cil suffit à reconstituer l'individu entier. Chaque partie contient le tout.

...we're not eighteen anymore. We've lived. We've created things that last – things of joy, and things of burden.

I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because I wanted anything from her, only her presence. The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.

I have the distinct feeling that I don't know you anymore. Actually, at least this way everything is clear. You'll go back to your little world and everything will be for the best. The time has passed now... Something's telling us it's over between us.

In reality, time doesn't pass; we pass. Time itself is invariant. It just is. Therefore, past and future aren't separate locations, the way New York and Paris are separate locations. And since the past isn't a location, you can't travel to it.

It's strange how in childhood it feels like tomorrow won't come until the end of forever, but in adulthood it feels like the end of forever could come tomorrow.

Life may dawdle along in minutes but don't be deceived, for it will sprint by in years before you even notice.

Time after time have nations, ay, and rich and strong nations, learned in the arts, been, and passed away to be forgotten, so that no memory of them remains. This is but one of several; for Time eats up the works of man.