time,poetry Quotes That Will Inspire You to Live Your Best Life

1. As wave is driven by wave And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows, Always, for ever and new. What was before Is left behind; what never was is now; And every passing moment is renewed. Metamorphoses

2. But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near To His Coy Mistress

3. But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long-preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust; The grave’s a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. The Complete Poems

4. But words are things, and a small drop of ink,      Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;      ’T is strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link      Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces Frail man, when paper — even a rag like this, Survives himself, his tomb, and all that’s his. Don Juan

5. Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,Old Time is still a-flying;And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. Hesperides, Or, the Works Both Humane and Divine of Robert Herrick [Followed By] His Noble Numbers

6. Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long Loves Day. To His Coy Mistress

7. I fancied my luck to be witnessing yet another full moon. True, I’d seen hundreds of full moons in my life, but they were not limitless. When one starts thinking of the full moon as a common sight that will come again to one’s eyes ad-infinitum, the value of life is diminished and life goes by uncherished. ‘This may be my last moon,’ I sighed, feeling a sudden sweep of sorrow; and went back to reading more of The Odyssey.

8. I give you this to take with you:Nothing remains as it was. If you know this, you canbegin again, with pure joy in the uprooting. Letters to My Daughters

9. I spit into the face of Time That has transfigured me. The Rose

10. If I Must GoIf I must go to heaven's endClimbing the ages like a stair,Be near me and forever bendWith the same eyes above me there;Time will fly past us like leaves flying,We shall not heed, for we shall beBeyond living, beyond dying,Knowing and known unchangeably. Flame and Shadow

11. O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away Poems Chiefly from Manuscript

12. Ô, Wanderess, WanderessWhen did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?

13. The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor WitShall lure it back to cancel half a Line,Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

14. There is no Space or TimeOnly intensity, And tame thingsHave no immensity The Lost Lunar Baedeker: Poems of Mina Loy

15. These wrinkles are nothingThese gray hairs are nothing,This stomach which sagswith old food, these bruisedand swollen ankles, my darkening brain,they are nothing.I am the same boymy mother used to kiss.

16. They say that time assuages,— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble, But not a remedy. If such it prove, it prove too There was no malady. The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

17. Thus, though we cannot make our sunStand still, yet we will make him run. To His Coy Mistress

18. Time has transfigured them intoUntruth. The stone fidelityThey hardly meant has come to beTheir final blazon, and to proveOur almost-instinct almost true:What will survive of us is love.

19. Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future contained in time past. Four Quartets

20. Times change, as do our wills, What we are - is ever changing; All the world is made of change, And forever attaining new qualities. Sonetos de Camões

21. We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

22. What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. Common Joys and Other Poems

23. Writing is not a matter of time, but a matter or of space. If you don't keep space in your head for writing, you won't write even if you have the time.