Time hath often cured the wound which reason failed to heal.
Time scoots along pretty fast when you grow up.
Honestly, I didn't realize it - all of a sudden, I was 90. The years skipped by quickly. When it happened, I said, 'Where did the time go?'
Miranda in Miranda's sight is old, gray and dirty; Twenty-nine she was last night; This morning she is thirty.
There is no hope the future will but turn the old sand in the falling glass of time.
Time conquers all, and we must time obey.
Time is more complex near the sea than in any other place, for in addition to the circling of the sun and the turning of the seasons, the waves beat out the passage of time on the rocks and the tides rise and fall as a great clepsydra.
It's frightening how much things change in seventy-one years.
The summer has ended. The garden withers. The mornings become chill. I am thirty, I am thirty-four -the years turn dry as leaves.
Time may change me, but I can't trace time.
How confusing the beams from memory's lamp are; One day a bachelor, the next a grampa. What is the secret of the trick? How did I get so old so quick?
Once upon a time wasn't as long ago as it used to be.
We have passed a lot of water since then.
We always feel younger than we are. I carry inside myself my earlier faces, as a tree contains its rings. The sum of them is me. The mirror sees only my latest face, while I know all my previous ones.
Time is an herb that cures all Diseases.
Oh, the years fly by, that's just natural.
Time flies on restless pinions - constant never.
One thing that's interesting is that whenever something starts, like the school year when you were a kid, it feels like such a significantly huge time in your life and how much life has changed. What's surprising is how quickly it's going by.
Time in his aging overtakes all things alike.
Time puts an end to speculation in opinions, and confirms the laws of nature.
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.
There is always some specific moment when we become aware that our youth is gone; but, years after, we know it was much later.
Like the withered roses of a once gay garland, the feelings of youth command in age a melancholy interest.
You're only young once and you can't turn back the hands of time.
Time glides with undiscover'd haste; The future but a length behind the past.
