Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.
The schoolroom clock was worn raw by stares; and you couldn't look up at the big Puritanical face of it and not feel the countless years of young eyes reflected in it, urging it onwards. It was a dark, old spirit that didn't so much mark time as bequeath it.
Time flies like an arrow - but fruit flies like a banana.
Time flies really quickly. It feels like only a few months ago that I was traded over here and started my career as a Cub in 2013.
Time flies. It's up to you to be the navigator.
Time flies never to be recalled.
But meanwhile time flies; it flies never to be regained.
