Time is Fleeting Quotes

Life is too short, and the time we waste in yawning never can be regained.

Remember, there is no perfect time for anything. There is only now.

The part of life which we really live is short.

I think so much in time. I always have. Even at 20, I thought in terms of time, that I don't have a lot of time left. And I want to do so many things.

While we're talking, envious time is fleeing: pluck the day, put no trust in the future

Time is like money, the less we have of it to spare the further we make it go.

It's hard to remember that this day will never come again. That the time is now and the place is here and that there are no second chances at a single moment.

We've got one life and the older we get the more we come to realize how short it is.

As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in tomorrow.

One of the blessings of age is to learn not to part on a note of sharpness, to treasure the moments spent with those we love, and to make them whenever possible good to remember, for time is short.

The past is a ghost, the future a dream, and all we ever have is now.

Life ends so fast, so take your chance, and make it last.

Today is the greatest Day I've ever known Can't live for tomorrow, Tomorrow's much too long.

Sometimes I get mad when I think that I only have maybe 40 or 50 more springs in New York. When I miss one, 'cause I'm on location for a film, I wanna go, 'That's it, that just cost me one of my 50!'

Life is short. Ricky and I realize how lucky we were. We want to be together all the time.

The moment is now and we cant get it back from the grave.

You can't buy time or save it, common idioms notwithstanding. You can only spend it.

The one thing you can't buy, find, or create is time.

The most sacred thing you can get is time. That's all people want on their death bed; that's what it's all about.

Every dog hath its day

William Saroyan wrote a great play on this theme, that purity of heart is the one success worth having. "In the time of your life--live!" That time is short and it doesn't return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.

Everything we feel is made of Time. All the beauties of life are shaped by it.