Tempus Fugit Quotes & Sayings

And like most middle-aged people who hear the clock ticking in their lives, I had come to resent a waste or theft of my time that was greater than any theft of my goods or money. — James Lee Burke

There is no such thing as evil in the world of science. There are only those who discover and are remembered, and those who do not and are forgotten. — S.C. Barrus

When I draw my caricature self-portrait, I always do a huge smile. — Rolf Harris

You. Are. Mine. That's it, that's all there is to it. — Suzanne Wright

Artists know that diligence counts as much, if not more, as inspiration; in art, as in politics, patience counts as much as revolution. — Tony Kushner

He put it into drive and turned on the headlights. And there she was, standing in their white glow.
Holmes's skin was smoked black from the explosion, her hair flecked with snow. Her violin dangled from her fingers. She opened her mouth, and I saw her say my name.
I was out of the car in a heartbeat, and in the next, she was in my arms . . . "You're alive," I murmured, tucking my head over hers. "I'm so sorry. — Brittany Cavallaro

It is impossible for me to remember how many days or weeks went by in this way. Time is round, and it rolls quickly. — Nikos Kazantzakis

Stone checked his watch. Tempus fugit. "Gotta — Robert Crais

There can, therefore, be no doubt that Presbyterians do carry out the principle that Church power vests in the Church itself, and that the people have a right to a substantive part in its discipline and government. — Charles Hodge

How much time? Not as much as I had yesterday. — Orson Scott Card

My second thoughts condemn
And wonder how I dare
To look you in the eye.
What right have I to swear
Even at one a.m.
To love you till I die?

Earth meets too many crimes
For fibs to interest her;
If I can give my word,
Forgiveness can recur
Any number of times
In Time. Which is absurd.

Tempus fugit. Quite.
So finish up your drink.
All flesh is grass. It is.
But who on earth can think
With heavy heart or light
Of what will come of this? — W. H. Auden