The years teach much which the days never knew.

Years and sins are always more than owned.

With time and patience the mulberry leaf becomes a silk gown.

Time goes by so fast, people go in and out of your life. You must never miss the opportunity to tell these people how much they mean to you.

You can never plan the future by the past.

Let him who would enjoy a good future waste none of his present.

Until you value yourself, you won't value your time. Until you value your time, you won't do anything with it.

Time is the fire in which we burn.

But maybe time is also a companion who goes with us on our journey, and reminds us to cherish the moments of our lives because they will never come again.

Inside my head, for as long as I could remember, there had always been a sense of time ticking steadily.

They want to know what I do with my time. I tell them that sometimes I just sit and think. But I won't tell them what. I've got them running. And sometimes, I tell them, I like to put my head back, like this, and let the rain fall in my mouth. It tastes just like wine.

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.

Twilight has always seemed like God's indrawn breath, a pause in the progression of time.

Time doesn't heal any wounds, it just gives us more chances to make the same mistakes.

Time is an abyss. Profound as a thousand nights. . . Centuries come and go. . . To be unable to grow old is terrible. Death is not the worst. . . There are things more horrible than death. Can you imagine. . . enduring centuries. . . experiencing each day with the same futile things?

She felt helpless against the rush of time.

Why did you make it so hard for me? I'd rather empty the ocean with a sieve. I do it for you. Or count the grains of sand on every beach. All for you. There are so many people, so many countries. But I have time. All the time in the world.

Thus we play the fool with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.

Even miracles take a little time.

Time is the storyteller you can't shut up. . .

You will never find time for anything. If you want time, you must take it.

I live now on borrowed time, waiting in the anteroom for the summons that will inevitably come. And then - I go on to the next thing, whatever it is. One doesn't luckily have to bother about that.

How can you expect to keep your powers of hearing when you never want to listen? That God should have time for you, you seem to take as much for granted as that you cannot have time for him.

Time always seems long to the child who is waiting - for Christmas, for the next summer, for becoming a grownup: long also when he surrenders his whole soul to each moment of a happy day.

Hey, I'd like to daze away to a place no one has known, in a state of mind I could call mine, that only I could own where I could hum a tune anytime I choose, and there's no such thing as time. . . where I can feel no pain, just calm and sane.

Well, it’s been an interesting time recently, or rather, a dull time. But dull for interesting reasons.

She is the forbidden one, telling time by her ten long fingers.

Father me not, for you are not my father. Today there is that doubt. Today there is that monster between us, that monster of doubt. Today someone lurks in the wings and your crown on his head. Oh Father, Father-sorrow, where has time brought us?

I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets. I empty my shoes and leave them beside the road. At night, I turn back the clocks; I open the family album and look at myself as a boy. What good does it do? The hours have done thier job. I say my own name. I say goodbye. The words follow each other downwind. I love my wife, but send her away. My parents rise out of their thrones into the milky rooms of clouds. How can I sing? Time tells me what I am. I change and I am the same. I empty myself of my life and my life remains.

For once I do not regret the passage of time.

An age is called Dark not because the light fails to shine, but because people refuse to see it.

Time exists so everything doesn't happen at once. Space exists so everything doesn't happen to you.