Chronological Progression Quotes

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

Time is the best killer.

The Present is the living sum-total of the whole Past.

The Purpose of Time is to Prevent Everything from Happening at Once

When you're writing about something that happened, it helps you transition to the present.

That old bald cheater, Time.

But there is something about Time. The sun rises and sets. The stars swing slowly across the sky and fade. Clouds fill with rain and snow, empty themselves, and fill again. The moon is born, and dies, and is reborn. Around millions of clocks swing hour hands, and minute hands, and second hands. Around goes the continual circle of the notes of the scale. Around goes the circle of night and day, the circle of weeks forever revolving, and of months, and of years.

Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new... but who can understand and measure its sharp breath, its mystery and its design?

The day before is what we bring to the day we're actually living through, life is a matter of carrying along all those days-before just as someone might carry stones, and when we can no longer cope with the load, the work is done, the last day is the only one that is not the day before another day.

Only time conquers time and its burdens.

So far, this is the oldest I've been.

Those early steps are very important in understanding the evolution. But in themselves, maybe now you need the later records to understand the significance of the earlier records!

Time does nothing but hand you down shabbier and older things.

Time does us violence; it is the only violence.

Time, Ms. McHenry," Townsend said. "It can be a cruel, cruel thing

Time's the thief of memory

Time exists so that everything doesn't happen at once.

And now the sequence of events in no particular order.

Time just gets away from us.

Passage of time can be mind-numbing to figure out in a screenplay. It's the easiest thing to do in prose, not just by writing 'four years later', but you can shift time in a sentence or two.

Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees.

Time is like a river flowing endlessly through the universe. And if you poled your flatboat in that river you might fight your way against the current and travel upstream into the past. Or go with the flow and rush into the future. This was in a less cynical time before toxic waste dumping and pollution filled the waterway of Chronus with the detritus of empty hours wasted minutes years of repetition and time that has been killed.

Time is, after all, the greatest of poets; and the sons of Memory stand a better chance of being the heirs of Fame.

Every hour has its end.