Top 1200 Time Passes Quotes & Sayings - Page 5

Pay enough for anything and it passes for taste.

It's depression. You can't put it into words. You get stuck and time passes by. I'm stood there on the edge of a cliff, can't go back and can't go forward. Days go by. I'm still in the same place. Everyone else's life goes on, but you're stuck. You try and try and try and I don't know how, but you came out of it eventually.

Fashion passes, but style remains.

Imagination is at the root of much that passes for love.

Mastery passes often for egotism.

Life consists not of a series of illustrious actions or elegant enjoyments. The greater part of our time passes in compliance with necessities, in the performance of daily duties, in the removal of small inconveniences, in the procurement of petty pleasures; and we are well or ill at ease, as the main stream of life glides on smoothly, or is ruffled by small obstacles and frequent interruption.

The biologist passes. The frog stays the same.

Use the occasion, for it passes swiftly.

Religions . . . seem to avoid mountain passes.

Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.

It's terrible when anyone passes too soon.

Great, it passes on (in constant flow).

What passes for sports coverage is terribly sycophantic.

My process of working is not really that unique. I like to paint during the day, and block out large chunks of time with which to work. I prefer to work on a painting in a few swift passes, and not fuss over it. I think that the work needs to have an energy to it that can't be accomplished if one is adding a few strokes everyday. Once a piece is done, I don't work on it anymore. I hate fussy.

The more violent the storm, the quicker it passes.

If there is such a thing as a workaholic, I'm it, and that's what passes for leisure.

I did three tumbling passes in college.

Pluck with quick hand the fruit that passes.

Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.

Everything passes. (That's what makes it endurable.)

Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?

Whenever someone great passes, all of us have a loss.

History passes the final judgment

I can score goals and be dangerous with my passes.

Making passes is what I prefer the most.

Life can be lived as a temporary arrangement. Life is a temporary arrangement! But the longer you go without changing, the more obscure the likelihood you ever will. After enough time passes, the idea of another way of life grows even more misty.

All science is transcendental or else passes away.

The pain passes, but the beauty remains.

The lucky person passes for a genius.

My dad reads the scripts and passes them on to me.

Youth passes like a dream.

I think about how we can't always live in the moment because moments pass, and when we're lucky, we have the kind of moments that we can't help wanting to go back to. We think about them, remember how they felt, and when more time passes we tell stories of these moments that are worth reliving.

Cynicism is what passes for insight when courage is lacking

Each day she removes a small portion of the unwanted things in people's lives, though all of it, she thinks, was previously wanted, once useful. She feels the sun scorching the back of her neck. The heat is at its worst now, the rains still a few months away. The task satisfies her. It passes the time.

We walked for some time, and grew to know each other, as best as we'd allow. These are some of the high points. They lack continuity. I don't apologize. I merely pointed it out, adding with some truth, I feel, that most liaisons lack continuity. We find ourselves in odd places at various times, and for a brief span we link our lives to others and then, our time elapsed, we move apart. Through a haze of pain occasionally, usually through a veil of memory that clings, then passes, sometimes as though we have never touched.

How quickly passes away the glory of this world.

Life is a vapor. It passes in the blink of an eye.

I like Jorginho, the way he plays and passes.

Cynicism is what passes for insight among the mediocre.

Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.

Full lasting is the song, though he, / The singer, passes.

What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness.

Everything beautiful has its moment and then passes away.

My job is to throw passes and be a leader.

You shouldn't shoot at every opportunity that passes by.

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.

The time which passes over our heads so imperceptibly makes the same gradual change in habits, manners and character, as in personal appearance. At the revolution of every five years we find ourselves another and yet the same;--there is a change of views, and no less of the light in which we regard them; a change of motives as well as of action.

Bright youth passes swiftly as a thought.

During a training session, Ibra made a mess of five consecutive passes and no-one told him anything. When I made a mess of one, he shouted at me. We had an exchange of words. After training, he came to apologise, and told me it was the first time in his life that he'd been wrong.

History passes the final judgment.

There are many things I don't know, but quite a few I do. I know you can't be lost if you know where you are. I know that life is full of precious and fragile things, and not all of them are pretty. I know that the sun follows the moon and makes days, one after another. Time passes. The world turns, and we turn with it, and though we can never go back to the beginning, sometimes, we can start again.

Everything passes, only truth remains.

What is fair in men, passes away, but not so in art

Growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you're just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something. Each time you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize there are more flavors of pain than coffee. Pain does two things: it teaches you, tells you that you're alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. And everything that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one way or another.

A writer's work has to take account of many rhythms: Vulcan's and Mercury's, a message of urgency obtained by dint of patient and meticulous adjustments and an intuition so instantaneous that, when formulated, it acquires the finality of something that could never have been otherwise. But it is also the rhythm of time that passes with no other aim than to let feelings and thoughts settle down, mature, and shed all impatience or ephemeral contingency.

As time passes, you will look back with twenty-twenty hindsight, and you will say, 'Thank God He did not answer my prayers' or 'Thank God He answered my prayers,' whichever the case may be.

The unknown always passes for the marvellous.

Every one of the constituent elements of a social group, in a modern city as in a savage tribe, is born immature, helpless, without language, beliefs, ideas, or social standards. Each individual, each unit who is the carrier of the life-experience of his group, in time passes away. Yet the life of the group goes on.

Jon passes from Darkness to Light.

Friendship is an Algebra test that nobody passes.