Time alone is irreplaceable. Waste it not. — Douglas Southall Freeman
Time alone is irreplaceable. Waste it not. — Douglas Southall Freeman
Time alone is irreplaceable. Waste it not. — Douglas Southall Freeman
Time alone is irreplaceable. Waste it not. — Douglas Southall Freeman
Time alone is irreplaceable. Waste it not. — Douglas Southall Freeman
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Time alone is irreplaceable. Waste it not.

— Douglas Southall Freeman
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More “Time” Quotes

As wave is driven by wave And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows, A — Ovid, Metamorphoses
Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and — Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress
Writing is not a matter of time, but a matter or of space. If you don't keep space in your head for writing, you won't w — Katerina Stoykova Klemer
I will come back to you, I swear I will;And you will know me still.I shall be only a little tallerThan when I went. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems
There is no Space or TimeOnly intensity, And tame thingsHave no immensity — Mina Loy, The Lost Lunar Baedeker: Poems of Mina Loy
To the Virgins, To Make much of TimeGather ye rose-buds while ye may,Old Time is still a-flying;And this same flower tha — Robert Herrick
I fancied my luck to be witnessing yet another full moon. True, I’d seen hundreds of full moons in my life, but they wer — Roman Payne
Times change, as do our wills, What we are - is ever changing; All the world is made of change, And forever attaining ne — Luís de Camões, Sonetos de Camões
O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away — John Clare, Poems Chiefly from Manuscript
Art is long, and Time is fleeting. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Voices of the Night
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare? — W.H. Davies, The Collected Poems of William H. Davies
I spit into the face of Time That has transfigured me. — W.B. Yeats, The Rose