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# Weekend Words: Time
- URL: https://hyperallergic.com/weekend-words-time/
- Published: 2013-12-29T18:45:15.000Z
- Updated: 2025-11-24T16:34:04.000Z
- Description: With the year coming to a close, it's time to think about time.
- Author: Weekend Editors
- Tags: Opinion, Weekend, Weekend Words, #wp, #wp-post, #image-position-hidden, #Import 2025-11-24 06:59 (2012, 2013, part 2)

![Nicolas Poussin, "A Dance to the Music of Time" (c. 1635). Pen and brown ink on paper, 148 x 199 mm. National Gallery of Scotland, Edinburgh. (Image via Web Gallery of Art) ](https://storage.ghost.io/c/51/f8/51f871d8-b6be-4a73-b958-0ca4fff0110a/content/images/hyperallergic-newspack-s3-amazonaws-com/uploads/2013/12/poussin-drawing-640.jpg)

Nicolas Poussin, “A Dance to the Music of Time” (c. 1635). Pen and brown ink on paper, 148 x 199 mm. National Gallery of Scotland, Edinburgh. (Image via Web Gallery of Art)

With the year coming to a close, it’s time to think about time:

> “HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME.”  
>  
> **—T. S. Eliot, “The Waste Land”**

> “It is my feeling that Time ripens all things; with Time all things are revealed; Time is the father of truth.”  
>  
> **—Francois Rabelais**

> “I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.”  
>  
> **—H. G. Wells**

> “Lay your sleeping head, my love,  
> Human on my faithless arm;  
> Time and fevers burn away  
> Individual beauty from  
> Thoughtful children, and the grave  
> Proves the child ephemeral:  
> But in my arms till break of day  
> Let the living creature lie,  
> Mortal, guilty, but to me  
> The entirely beautiful.”  
>  
> **—W. H. Auden “Another Time”**

> “The best way to fill time is to waste it.”  
>  
> **—Marguerite Duras**

> “The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.”  
>  
> **—Albert Einstein**

> “Land of Heart’s Desire,  
> Where beauty has no ebb, decay no  
> flood,  
> But joy is wisdom, Time an endless  
> song.”  
>  
> **—William Butler Yeats, “The Land of Heart’s Desire”**