Ben Jonson Quotes

I took out my watch and listened to it clicking away, not knowing it couldn't even lie

The clock tick-tocked, solemn and profound. It might have been the dry pulse of the decaying house itself, after a while it whirred and cleared its throat and struck six times.

Tick tock, this is a clock.

Even stopped clocks are right twice a day.

The bell that measures time is ringing

They took away time, and they gave us the clock.

What interests me about clocks is that everything is hand-made, and yet to the person looking at the clock, something magical is happening that cannot be explained unless you are the clockmaker.

Either he's dead or my watch has stopped.

The house clock, place certain there at the bottom of things, strikes the half hour dry and null. All is so much, all is so deep, all is so dark and cold!

Because I helped to wind the clock, I come to hear it strike.

So I went to buy a watch, and the man in the shop said "Analogue." I said "No, just a watch."

Let's stop the startwatch.

A Clock is not time; it's numbers and springs. Pay it no mind.

The hands of Fate keep time on a heart-shaped watch." - Harkat Mulds(The Trials of Death)

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

You can never know how your clock runs. But it does run - and always faster than you think.

Didn't we, like our grandchildren, begin with a childhood we thought would never end? Now, all of a sudden, I'm older than my parents were when I thought they were old.

The surest poison is time.

Whether we wake or we sleep, Whether we carol or weep, The Sun with his Planets in chime, Marketh the going of Time.

In a year's time, he's a year older.

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?

Time bears away all things.

Everybody ages. Everybody dies. There is no turning back the clock. So the question in life becomes: What are you going to do while you're here

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things there are in a man's past that have stopped moving. The living people we've lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelops them all. As we grow older, we no longer know whom to awaken, the living or the dead.

The world is a clock winding down.