Henry Blodget Quotes

I used to think the years would go by in order, that you get older one year at a time. But it's not like that. It happens overnight.

The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do.

Time ... advances like the slowest tide, but retreats like the swiftest torrent.

Sometimes slow, steady effort is rewarded with justice that arrives like a thunderbolt.

And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see', Quoth he, 'how the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot.

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

How time flies when one has fun!

My age now, like my age 20 years ago, marks the year in which I was born. That's all.

Each day has been chained to the previous one. But the weeks have wings. Anyone who believes that a second is faster than a decade did not live my life.

Alice: "How long is forever?" White Rabbit: "Sometimes, just one second."

The night that seemed endless hours before is now slipping through your fingers, ticking by as it falls into the past and pushes you towards the future.

Across the moment, aeons speak with aeons. More than we experienced has gone by.

Time, where did you go? / Why did you leave me here alone? / Wait, don't go so fast / I'm missing the moments as they pass

Fifty years," I hackneyed, "is a long time." "Not when you're looking back at them," she said. "You wonder how they vanished so quickly.

Years were passing through the spaces between moments.

He makes a July's day short as December.

Time meanwhile is flying, flying beyond recall.

The tiny space, the toilet, two hundred strangers just a few inches away, it's so exciting, the lack of room to maneuver, it helps if you're double-jointed. Use your imagination. Some creativity and a few simple stretching exercises and you can be knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door. You'll be amazed how time flies.

The first two days of a vacation are endless; then it flies.

At my age days dissolve like salt in water; the day's gone and I don't even know what I've done with the hours.

Time flies whether you are having fun or not.

I think time just goes faster and faster. I'm saying this a few months away from my fortieth birthday. I don't know when and if one's identity ever does catch up with one's actual age. Personally I feel like I just got the hang of thirty-five.

The present is big with the future, the future might be read in the past, the distant is expressed in the near.

Time flies, and what is past is done.

I'm terrified of the thought of time passing (or whatever is meant by that phrase) whether I 'do' anything or not. In a way I may believe, deep down, that doing nothing acts as a brake on 'time's - it doesn't of course. It merely adds the torment of having done nothing, when the time comes when it really doesn't matter if you've done anything or not.