Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark-spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror. It’s passing, yet I’m the one who’s doing all the moving. I’m not the station, I’m not the stop: I’m the train. I’m the train. ~Martin Amis, Money: A Suicide Note, 1984
The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked. ~Tillie Olsen, Tell Me a Riddle
Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them. ~Dion Boucicault
In reality, killing time is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us. ~Osbert Sitwell
For disappearing acts, it’s hard to beat what happens to the eight hours supposedly left after eight of sleep and eight of work. ~Doug Larson
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day. ~Benjamin Disraeli
Time goes, you say? Ah no!
Alas, Time stays, we go.
~Henry Austin Dobson
Old Time, that greatest and longest established spinner of all!…. his factory is a secret place, his work is noiseless, and his hands are mutes. ~Charles Dickens
Time wastes our bodies and our wits, but we waste time, so we are quits. ~Author Unknown