Quotes about Time
                        I pray that the life of this spring and summer may ever lie fair in my memory.
                    — Henry David Thoreau
                        
                
                        As long as I have the friendship of the sesasons life will never be a burden to me.
                    — Henry David Thoreau
                        
                
                        The years teach us much, which the days never knew.
                    — Ralph Waldo Emerson
                        
                
                        Fear not that thy life shall come to an end, but rather that it shall never have a beginning.
                    — John Henry Newman
                        
                
                        The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.
                    — CS Lewis
                        
                
                        Most of life is just a preparation for getting ready to be dead for a very long period of time.
                    — William Faulkner
                        
                
                        Live while ye may,Yet happy pair.
                    — John Milton
                        
                
                        Liquid lapse of murmuring streams.
                    — John Milton
                        
                
                        Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once moreYe myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
                    — John Milton
                        
                
                        The never-ending flight of future days.
                    — John Milton
                        
                
                        Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.
                    — John Milton
                        
                
                        Morn, wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand unbarr'd the gates of light.
                    — John Milton
                        
                 
                        