Stuart Appleby Quotes

It seems like time slips out of your hands. You wake up, and 2-3 years have passed.

Time meanwhile is flying, flying beyond recall.

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

Time flies never to be recalled.

But meanwhile time flies; it flies never to be regained.

Time flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am speaking is already far from me.

Time slips through our hands like grains of sand, never to return again.

The hours pass and the days and the months and the years, and the past time never returns.

My obsession with time informs my poetry so completely it is hard for me to summarize it. We want time to pass, for new things to happen to us, we want to hold on to certain moments, we don't want our lives to end.

I was engrossed with the book, I was having difficulties with it, and I just didn't notice the years were going by.

I feel like I'm 100 years old. I can't tell you what I did today. I can't tell you what I did for seven years. I can't tell you. It happens so seamlessly - I'm just floating along and seven years go by.

A million years went by quick.

Time never stood still for me. It went too fast; that was the bad thing about it!

As we get older we do not get any younger. Seasons return, and today I am fifty-five, And this time last year I was fifty-four, And this time next year I shall be sixty-two.

But when to-morrow comes, yesterday's morrow will have been already spent: and lo! a fresh morrow will be for ever making away with our years, each just beyond our grasp.

Days go by I can feel 'em flying like a hand out the window in the wind!

The years go by. The time, it does fly. Every single second is a moment in time that passes. And it seems like nothing - but when you're looking back ... well, it amounts to everything.

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields.

Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time.

Time flies whether you are having fun or not.

Yes, time flies. And where did it leave you? Old too soon...smart too late.

Life is like riding in a taxi. Whether you are going anywhere or not, the meter keeps ticking.

For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde, Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man abyde.