“Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.”
— James Thurber
“Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.” — Nathaniel Hawthorne
Thus in each flower and simple bell,
That in our path untrodden lie,
Are sweet remembrancers who tell
How fast the winged moments fly.
Time will steal on with ceaseless pace,
Yet lose we not the fleeting hours,
Who still their fairy footsteps trace,
As light they dance among the flowers.
Charlotte Turner Smith (1749–1806)