passing-of-time

Truth be told, loneliness had seeped into her bones with the passing of time until it had become her normal way of life.

Never give up on a dream because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway.

The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.

A moment of torture feels like an eternity, while an eternity of joy passes in a moment. Perhaps time is naught but an illusion.

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

As the days dwindled towards the end of the week I knew only one thing: I couldn't return to our old life. Haroon had taken Honour and Al with him,

Time is passing : not leaden steppingBut sprinting on winged feet,Quick silver slipping by.

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.

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.

Winter, spring, and summer, passed away during my labours; but I did not watch the blossoms or the expanding leaves _ sights which before always yielded me supreme delight, so deeply was I engrossed in my occupation.

Oh my beloved life, wait a bit at my window, go slowly, and let me enjoy it to the fullest.

At the beginning of the war_I had to look in on the War Office, and in a room I found a fellow_What do you think he was doing_what the hell do you think he was doing? He was devising the ceremonial for the disbanding of a Kitchener battalion. You can__ say we were not prepared in one matter at least_. Well, the end of the show was to be: the adjutant would stand the battalion at ease; the band would play Land of Hope and Glory, and then the adjutant would say: There will be no more parades_. Don__ you see how symbolical it was__he band playing Land of Hope and Glory, and then the adjutant saying: There will be no more parades?_For there won__. There won__, there damn well won__. No more Hope, no more Glory, no more parades for you and me any more. Nor for the country_nor for the world, I dare say_ None_ Gone_ Napoo finny! No_more_parades!

Time is an imp__ pesky, little, hellish troll that hastens the clock when I smile but then delays the passing of minutes when I frown.

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

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.

I am not a man of my time. In fact I find it hard not to declare myself its enemy. Not, as I often remark, that I fail to understand it. My comment is merely a pious one. Because I am easy-going I prefer not to be aggressive or hostile and therefore I say that I do not understand those matters which I ought to say I hate or despise. I have sharp hears but I pretend to be hard of hearing, finding as I do that is more elegant to feign this handicap than to admit that I have heard some vulgar sound

I blink January__ lashesand gush down December__ cheeks

Like a speeding trainI am passing by...I don__ knowwhere I__ headingwith whom or whyall I know is thatI will never, everpass from here againall I know is I__ skidding forwardon this track of life.