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.
Time is the only critic without ambition.
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.
Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.
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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