Quotes about Time
When I read the several dates of the tombs, of some that died yesterday, and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance together.
— Joseph Addison
Those marriages generally abound most with love and constancy that are preceded by a long courtship.
— Joseph Addison
We are always doing something for posterity, but I would fain see posterity do something for us.
— Joseph Addison
As a white candle In a holy place, So is the beauty Of an aged face.
— Joseph Campbell
Apart from the before, the now has little meaning. The now is only a thin slice of who I am; isolated from the rich deposits of before, it cannot be understood.
— Eugene Peterson
Maturity cannot be hurried, programmed, or tinkered with. There are no steroids available for growing up in Christ more quickly. Impatient shortcuts land us in the dead ends of immaturity.
— Eugene Peterson
Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don't get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.
— Eugene Peterson
I am trying to teach my mind to bear the long, slow growth of the fields, and to sing of its passing while it waits.
— Eugene Peterson
There are no shortcuts in growing up. The path to maturity is long and arduous. Hurry is no virtue. There is no secret formula squirreled away that will make it easier or quicker. But stories help.
— Eugene Peterson
For we're newcomers at this, with a lot to learn, and not too long to learn it.
— Eugene Peterson
My time is short—what's left of my life races off too fast for me to even glimpse the good. My life is going fast, like a ship under full sail, like an eagle plummeting to its prey.
— Eugene Peterson
God's providence is never characterized in broad generalities or pious abstractions but always in the particular, in the personal, in the recognition of grace in an unlikely time, at an unlikely place. Who could have anticipated ravens?
— Eugene Peterson