Day, n. A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent.
Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever. -Horace Mann.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.
Time is an equal opportunity employer. Each human being has exactly the same number of hours and minutes every day. Rich people can't buy more hours. Scientists can't invent new minutes. And you can't save time to spend it on another day. Even so, time is amazingly fair and forgiving. No matter how much time you've wasted in the past, you still have an entire tomorrow.
Always remember that the future comes one day at a time.
Today is a smooth white seashell, hold it close and listen to the beauty of the hours. -Anon.
Life, lift the full goblet--away with all sorrow-- The circle of friendship what freedom would sever? To-day is our own, and a fig for to-morrow-- Here's to the Fourth and our country forever.
You to the left and I to the right, For the ways of men must sever-- And it may be for a day and a night, And it well may be forever. But whether we meet or whether we part, (For our ways are past our knowing) A pledge from the heart to its fellow heart, On the ways we all are going! Here's luck! For we know not where we are going.
A health to the nut-brown lass, With the hazel eyes: let it pass. . . . . As much to the lively grey 'Tis as good i' th' night as day: . . . . She's a savour to the glass, And excuse to make it pass.
May you live all the days of your life.
No human trait deserves less tolerance in everyday life, and gets less, than intolerance.
Some say "to-morrow" never comes, A saying oft thought right; But if to-morrow never came, No end were of "to-night." The fact is this, time flies so fast, That e'er we've time to say "To-morrow's come," presto! behold! "To-morrow" proves "To-day."
Dreaming of a to-morrow, which to-morrow Will be as distant then as 'tis to-day. - Lope Felix de Vega Carpio ("Tome Burguillos"),
Never do but one thing at a time, and never put off till to-morrow what you can do today.
A shining isle in a stormy sea, We seek it ever with smiles and sighs; To-day is sad. In the bland To-be, Serene and lovely To-morrow lies.
In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining, May my lot no less fortunate be Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining, And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea; With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er the lawn, While I carol away idle sorrow, And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn, Look forward with hope for to-morrow.
Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow's falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have liv'd today.
Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.
One today is worth two tomorrows.
Oh! to be wafted away From this black Aceldama of sorrow, Where the dust of an earthy to-day Makes the earth of a dusty to-morrow.
Leuconoe, close the book of fate, For troubles are in store, . . . . Live today, tomorrow is not.
To-morrow you will live, you always cry; In what fair country does this morrow lie, That 'tis so mighty long ere it arrive? Beyond the Indies does this morrow live? 'Tis so far-fetched, this morrow, that I fear 'Twill be both very old and very dear. "To-morrow I will live," the fool does say: To-day itself's too late;--the wise lived yesterday.
After all, tomorrow is another day.
This day was yesterday to-morrow nam'd: To-morrow shall be yesterday proclaimed: To-morrow not yet come, not far away, What shall to-morrow then be call'd? To-day.