To do two things at once is to do neither.
There is never enough time to do everything, but there is always enough time to do the most important thing.
It's how we spend our time here and now, that really matters. If you are fed up with the way you have come to interact with time, change it.
The time you think you're missing, misses you too.
Calendars are for careful people, not passionate ones.
Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
It's a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.
They say that time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
Clocks slay time . . . time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.
You're writing the story of your life one moment at a time.
Time is the longest distance between two places.
If you want work done well, select a busy person – the other kind has no time.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.
The time for action is now. It's never too late to do something.
Events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation.
We get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.
One cannot manage too many affairs: like pumpkins in the water, one pops up while you try to hold down the other.
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.
We say we waste time, but that is impossible. We waste ourselves.
You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.
James Matthew Barrie
We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.
What may be done at any time will be done at no time.
Better three hours too soon, than one minute too late.