Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.
Five hundred years from now, who'll know the difference?!
The clock doesn?t matter in baseball.
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys, and sour prentices, Go tell court-huntsmen that the King will ride, Call countryants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.
...and time becomes a forgotten detail.
If, on the other hand, you listen to your own inner voice, to your own inner wisdom, which is far greater than anyone else's as far as you are concerned, you will not go wrong, and you will know what to do with your life. Then time is no longer relevant.
There is no hurry. Time means nothing to you.
Please remove your watch,' he said. 'In my domain time isn't a factor.
It is not time that changes man nor knowledge the only thing that can change someone's mind is love.
Time is irrelevant to me. I never wear a watch.
The beauty of being in Boyzone - and maybe other bands are the same - is that as soon as you're back together again, it doesn't matter how long you've been apart. It feels like nothing's changed.
What is any achievement, however great it was, once time itself is dead?
If our body is a perfect expression of our thought about body, and if our thought about body is that it’s condition has everything to do with inner image and nothing to do with time, then we don’t have to be impatient for being too young or frightened of being too old.
In this there is no measuring with time, a year doesn’t matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it every day of my life, learn it with pain I am grateful for: patience is everything!
Time, Look and Life don’t give a damn about dairy prices. They don’t know the difference between a corn cob and a ukulele.
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He poured the tumbler full. Drink up, he said. The world goes on. We have dancing nightly and this night is no exception. The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.
Actually, years mean nothing. It's what's inside them.
I don't care about three years ago - I don't care about two years ago. I don't care about last year. The only thing I care about is this week.
In the state I was in, if someone had come and told me I could go home quietly, that they would leave me my life whole, it would have left me cold: several hours or several years of waiting is all the same when you have lost the illusion of being eternal.
I am lucky to be in a profession that is not age dependent.
Time has nothing to do with the gifts that the gods give you; it's what you do.
Worry is the product of a future that we cannot guarantee and guilt is the product of a past we cannot change.
Does age matter? Time doesn't matter.
It was just one day and it's been just one year. But maybe one day is enough. Maybe one hour is enough. Maybe time has nothing at all to do with it". Willem
