A Quote by Choi Hong Hi

Time waits for no man.

Choi Hong Hi

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Man Time Waits

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Choi Hong Hi
November 9, 1918 - June 15, 2002

Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it.

Lauren Oliver

Time and tide wait for no man. A pompous and self-satisfied proverb, and was true for a billion years; but in our day of electric wires and water-ballast we turn it around: Man waits not for time nor tide.

Mark Twain

A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.

Lisa McMann

Too often man handles life as he does the bad weather. He whiles away the time as he waits for it to stop.

Alfred Polgar

In this respect early youth is exactly like old age; it is a time of waiting for a big trip to an unknown destination. The chief difference is that youth waits for the morning limited and age waits for the night train

Bruce Catton

We in the 25th hour, It's now or never. We gotta get it 'fore it's gone forever. In the end, time waits for no man... What's your plan?

Reks

Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer-he bides his time, waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. Delay is instinctive with him. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along.

E. B. White

Man who waits for roast duck to fly into mouth must wait very, very long time.

Jules Renard

The clock is running. Make the most of today. Time waits for no man. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present.

Alice Morse Earle

I think of the flower in the bud: huddled, compressed, dark. Yet somehow it feels the night, knows moon from sun. It waits...waits.

Jerry Spinelli

Everything comes to him who waits -- if he waits till it comes.

Evan Esar

Am I in love? --yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn't wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.

Roland Barthes

Through the window I can see Rooks above the cherry-tree, Sparrows in the violet bed, Bramble-bush and bumble-bee, And old red bracken smoulders still Among boulders on the hill, Far too bright to seem quite dead. But old Death, who can't forget, Waits his time and watches yet, Waits and watches by the door.