Le temps, qui fortifie les amitiés, affaiblit l'amour.

Time, which strengthens friendship, weakens love.

Time—the older you get the faster it goes.

Time passes quickly with lovers.

You look older.”

“Yes, well. The passage of time tends to do that to a person.

Time in his aging overtakes all things alike.

The garlands fade, the vows are worn away; So dies her love, and so my hopes decay.

Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines.

Time wounds all the heals, as we fade out of view.

The grass grows over the graves, time overgrows the pain. The wind blew away the traces of those who had departed; time blows away the bloody pain and the memory of those who did not live to see their dear ones again—and will not live, for brief is human life, and not for long is any of us granted to tread the grass.

But something terrible had happened - she had become old. The decades of her marriage had curdled her gaiety into scorn, transformed her charming impertinence into sarcasm, bent her back, whitened her hair, and withered her limbs.

And oh! I shall find how, day by day,
All thoughts and things look older;
How the laugh of pleasure grows less gay,
And the heart of friendship colder.

Time hath a taming hand.

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.