Time passes by like lightning. Before you know it you're struck down.
I make film to make time pass.
Time passes, Time the consoler, Time the anodyne.
We have been conditioned to see the passing of time as an adversary.
(Home is) a place we carry inside ourselves, a place where we welcome the unfamiliar because we know that as time passes it will become the very bedrock of our being.
Time passed so much more slowly than space.
we who determine how quickly time passes.
But sometimes the night reveals the only truth that time passes and things will never be seen the same again.
Over time, passion wanes, differences don't.
As time passes and the more advanced science becomes, the more interesting it becomes.
Experiences is just paying attention as time passes.
As time passes, my story fades away.
Time passes irrevocably.
This is now and forever - the moment everyone must have, the moment that encompasses all other moments; now and before, now and after: all time.
I keep hoping that as time passes by, we’ll regain the ease between us, but part of me knows it’s futile. There’s no going back.
That is the way to learn the most, that when you are doing something with such enjoyment that you don't notice that the time passes.
I feel like a lot of life is distasteful and embarrassing. And you just push through it. You fix what you can, and you let time pass.
But time passes. Fear becomes a memory. Terror becomes routine; it loses its grip.
Oh time. . . time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.
Time passes too quickly when you're getting ready to do something you don't want to do.