- Quotes by William Shakespeare
“Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious summer by this sun of York. When well apparell’d April on the heel, Of limping winter treads. Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day, Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. O, call back yesterday, bid time return. How many things by season season’d are to their right praise and true perfection! Fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind, As man’s ingratitude. Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I’ll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal and who he stands still withal. Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Thou know’st tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right. [On the players] They are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay, The insolence of office and the spurns, That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make, With a bare bodkin? The end crowns all; And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. A forted residence ‘gainst the tooth of time, And razure of oblivion. If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not. Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllableof recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools, The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds to shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. But thy eternal summer shall not fade. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought, I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste. Being your slave, what should I do but tend, Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require, Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour, Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absenced sour, When you have bid your servant once adieu. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold, Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn’d. When in the chronicle of wasted time, I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights. A sad tale’s best for winter. In the dark backward and abysm of time”.
- Quotes by Seneca
“Time discovers the truth. Time heals what reason cannot”. - Quotes by Sir Walter Scott
“There’s gude time coming”. - Quotes by Friedrich von Schiller
“Time consecretes; And what is grey with age becomes religion”.
Tags: Eternity Time And The Seasons, Friedrich von Schiller, Seneca, Sir Walter Scott, William Shakespeare
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