Quotes about Time
                        Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. Tragedy isn't getting something or failure to get it; it's losing something you already have. Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
                    — Euripides
                        
                
                        Don't try and fit your faith into your busy schedule, build your schedule around your faith.
                    — Kenneth Copeland
                        
                
                        Your faith is very important. I have done the math, and you are going to be dead a whole lot longer that you will be alive.
                    — Zig Ziglar
                        
                
                        Anyone who, neglecting that fixed hour of prayer, [will] say he can pray at all times but will probably end in praying at no time.
                    — Eric Liddell
                        
                
                        Learn to enjoy every minute of your life. Be happy now. Don't wait for something outside of yourself to make you happy in the future. Think how really precious is the time you have to spend, whether it's at work or with your family. Every minute should be enjoyed and savored.
                    — Earl Nightingale
                        
                
                        Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there someday
                    — Winnie the Pooh
                        
                
                        You're never too old to become younger.
                    — Mae West
                        
                
                        You are never too old to become younger!
                    — Mae West
                        
                
                        WE know no time when we were not as now..
                    — John Milton
                        
                
                        Thou therefore on these Herbs, and Fruits, and Flow'rs Feed first, on each Beast next, and Fish, and Fowl, No homely morsels, and whatever thing The Scyth of Time mows down, devour unspar'd, Till I in Man residing through the Race, His thoughts, his looks, words, actions all infect, And season him thy last and sweetest prey.
                    — John Milton
                        
                
                        And from these corporal nutriments perhaps   Your bodies may at last turn all to Spirit   Improv'd by tract of time, and wingd ascend   Ethereal, as wee, or may at choice   Here or in Heav'nly Paradises dwell;
                    — John Milton
                        
                
                        Come let us haste, the stars grow high, But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.
                    — John Milton