Time. From time to time. For the time-being.
Time-worn, time was, time will, time is.
Time . . . comes in stints, in stages, in stretches.
Time comes in spans, in seasons, in scores.
Time comes in moments, in months, in millennia.
Time comes in tempos, in tides, in tours.
We sit for a spell and move in a shake.
We take each day as it comes.
We’re on borrowed time, over the course of time,
At a juncture in time as we mark the time.
We’re in our prime or at our peak,
In a patch, in a period, in a pinch.
In the light of day, in the dead of night,
In the freefall blink of a cinch.
We languish and linger and loiter
For fortnights, and sack time, and jiffies.
Slip-sliding, space-timing, subsisting,
Postponing, past-timing the iffies.
We’re pressed for time. We’re played for time.
We’re just in time or in the nick of time.
We’re ahead of time or behind the time.
We’re biding our time. It’s a matter of time.
We find time and make time, give time and take time.
Waste time and race time, stall time and stitch time.
Spend time and share time, steal time and cheat time.
But timely, time-honored, time-essenced time marches on.
We may be a day late and a dollar short; only time will tell.
Time’s a wastin’. Time’s a flyin’. Time’s a temptin’.
Better scurry, better hurry, in a flurry, in a dash.
Put the pedal to the metal, rustle, hustle, in a flash.
It’s daytime. It’s nighttime. It’s uptime. It’s downtime.
We do time, and serve time, and save time and slave time.
We small time and kill time, and two-time and tick time.
We’re caught at a bad time. In overtime, hard time.
It’s now or never, the moment of truth.
We’ve no time to lose, our time’s our dime.
We’re in the right place at the right time.
We’ve hit the big time, and it’s high time.
We have too little time. Too much time.
From time immemorial and time and time again.
We’re against the clock around the clock
From the crack through the crunch of time.
Then, at last, in the fullness of time, we’re out of time.
With the Divine who stands in time and outside of time.
In the time of timelessness. In the time beyond time.
With the Eternal Keeper, who is ever, always, keeping time.
Accompanying image: Clock face with scenes of the 12 months by Joost Massys, in Louvain, 1490-1510.