Time Metaphors, Analogies and Similes
Time's arrow is a expression of the one-way property of time for which there is no analogue in space.
The word 'now' is a bomb thrown through the window, and it ticks.
It's a great lesson in life to know that fools are sometimes right; even a broken clock is right twice a day.
Time expands as though suffering from builder's estimate or car mechanic syndrome.
Does history repeat itself: 'the first time is tragedy, the second is farce'? No, that is too grand. History just burps, while we taste the raw-onion sandwich it swallowed centuries ago.
Yesterday is a cancelled cheque; today is cash on the line; tomorrow, a promissory note.
Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.
Predicting the future is like driving down a country road at night with no lights whilst looking out of the back window.
Today is yesterday's disciple.
Time is a dressmaker specialising in alterations.
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
Gather rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still flying And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
As long as your first full day in paid employment, when it's redefined how sluggishly time can drag.
The future is like heaven; everyone exalts it, yet no one wants to go there now.
Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book know to him by heart; and his friends could only read the title.
Time is a great healer, but a lousy beautician.
The last hour of work crawled like a sick cockroach.
It's not the minutes you spend at the table that put on weight, it's the seconds.
He is caught in an Eighties time-warp, dated like a Sony Walkman in an iPod world.
Experience is like the stern lights on a ship, which illuminate only the waves it has passed.
Experience is the worst teacher: it gives you the test first and instruction afterwards.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
Time is the rumble of distant thunder at a picnic.
Time works like a damp brush on watercolour.
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