And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking.
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older.
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
– – – Pink Floyd “Time”
Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.
– – – Horace Mann
[I have always liked this because it’s in one of the Laura Ingalls books. I’m not sure “like” is the right word, exactly, but I have never forgotten it.]
“Veritum dies aperit” (Time discovers the truth)
Seneca De Ira
No one can possibly know what is about to happen: it is happening, each time, for the first time, for the only time.
(James Baldwin (1924-1987), U.S. author. (First published 1976). “The Devil Finds Work,” sect. 1, The Price Of The Ticket (1985).)
Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils. Louis Hector Berlioz
“Great artists treasure their time with a bitter and snarling miserliness.”
Catherine Drinker Bowen