The sand in the hourglass runs from one compartment to the other, marking the passage of moments with something constant and tangible. If you watch the flowing sand, you might see time itself riding the granules. Contrary to popular opinion, time is not an old white-haired man, but a laughing child. And time sings.
hours hours and hours snap up our pleasures
Live a little or die a lot. The choice is hours.
The night I announced I was getting married, Daddy paced for hours on the porch.
Swift speedy time, feathered with flying hours, Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.
Since I was 14, I worked more than 13 hours a day as a kitchen runner for a butcher.
The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.
Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence.
A committee is a group that keeps minutes and loses hours.
I've long ago compromised my eight hours a night.
And in that confirmation process, I sat for 17 hours in front of a senate judiciary committee.
In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.
I would stare at maps of Delaware for hours.
What we do during our working hours determines what we have; what we do in our leisure hours determines what we are.
All our sweetest hours fly fastest.
As combat infantrymen and special operators, we received thousands of hours of firearms training.
Hoover's Music Store in Springfield, Missouri - I would listen to records there for hours.
Repartee is something we think of twenty-four hours too late.
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
Historically, we've had to think in increments of 30 or 60 minutes. And now we have to think in increments of six seconds to six hours and everything in between.