Countdown Sayings and Quotes
Below you will find our collection of inspirational, wise, and humorous
old countdown quotes, countdown sayings, and countdown proverbs, collected over the years from a variety
I love to keep busy. But I never forget it's the countdown that made it all possible.
You staying home all alone on New Year's Eve? Unthinkable. Take my advice ... the countdown should be shared with someone, or it's just another set of numbers passing you by.
Our lives have a countdown clock that we can't see. Mine reminds me to only do work that matters.
The feeling I have reminds me of New Year’s Eve, when the countdown is coming and I’m not quite sure whether to grab my camera or just live in the moment. Usually I grab the camera and later regret it when the picture doesn’t turn out. Then I feel enormously let down and think to myself that the night would have been more fun if it didn’t mean quite so much, if I weren’t forced to analyze where I’ve been and where I’m going.
Live each day as if it were a gift. And, actually, it is.
While knowledge helps us understand how limited our time is, wisdom comes from embracing the finite. I encourage you to celebrate every birthday like a teen counting down the days to their inevitable independence. Celebrate like someone who just turned old enough to legally have a drink. Celebrate like somebody who gets to start collecting social security this year. Just celebrate. Life is too short, dammit!
Then the Chinese whisper of a countdown spreads across the crowd, first to be lit by a century's morning, mad to say they were there and then when the moment came, wild for the starlight that passes for meaning.
30 years old isn’t my countdown but every day is the countdown of my life— forever is too short, there are too many things I want to do, I’m being too greedy again.
Every tick of the clock... is life counting down!
Lost time Is never found again.
No, no, no. The countdown is for me. Withholding the precise deadline, I'm gonna apply the emotional pressure more evenly where possible. Please give me an explicit verbal indication of your anxiety levels. I can't always read them from your behavior.
Is the Armageddon / Finally here at last / You may see the mushroom / But you won't hear the blast / Don't need a self made prophet / Don't need a holy war / Don't need another D-day / To even up the score / I'm cursed with living on a goldmine / The doomsday clock was built by mankind / No place to run / Countdown's begun
Countdown, counting down for me / All roads are leading to your town / And it's some place I've never been / Countdown, counting down for me / Please don't seduce me with your smile / Because I'm only human / Countdown to you
I'm waiting on the countdown / Sitting in the shade / Things about to turn around / How the madness fades / Oh, I've been waiting on the countdown / Things about to turn around / And now I'm out of the lost and found / Just waiting on the countdown / Time slips away / Oh, this feeling lingers / Right here I'm going to stay / I've been waiting on the countdown / Things about to turn around / And now I'm out of the lost and found / Just waiting on the countdown / So I'm sitting in the shade / Under the dreaming tree / Now the madness fades / Right here I'm going to be / Oh, I've been waiting on the countdown / Things about to turn around / And now I'm out of the lost and found / Just waiting on the countdown
Countdown's dawn / And we'll sway along with the band / Just one more dance / May all your dreams come true / And it could be the time of your life / Everything's gonna turn out alright / It'll be okay, in every way makin' it better / It's New Year's Day / New Year's Day
Ne'er ask the hour -- what is it to us / How Time deals out his treasures? / The golden moments lent us thus / Are not his coin, but Pleasure's. / If counting them o'er could add to their blisses, / I'd number each glorious second: / But moments of joy are, like Lesbia's kisses, / Too quick and sweet to be reckon'd. / Then fill the cup -- what is it to us / How time his circle measures? / The fairy hours we call up thus / Obey no wand but Pleasure's.
I miss the old you / where did my lover go / did I lose you in the mist of our love growing into something beautiful / a lifetime of endless love and forgiveness / where did we go wrong / did we mistreat our hearts out of love / I miss you everyday / so close to me but millions of galaxies away / I'm counting down the days when we reconnect our souls and create an eternal bond together / till then I will miss the old you my lover
The night too quickly passes / And we are growing old, / So let us fill our glasses / And toast the Days of Gold; / When finds of wondrous treasure / Set all the South ablaze, / And you and I were faithful mates / All through the roaring days!
I count the days until I see you, dear, / But the days only. / I dare not reckon up the nights and hours / I shall be lonely. / But when at last I meet you, dearest heart, / How can it cheer me? / Desire has power to turn me into stone, / When you come near me. / I give my heart the lie against my will, / Seem not to see you, / Glance aside quickly if I meet your eye, / Love you and flee you.
Your life is not a countdown to your death, but a stepping stone for the lives that will live after you. Squander today, and you will find yourself useless tomorrow.
Twelve down, like a hundred thousand left to go.
When does money run out of time? The countdown begins when investable assets pose too much risk for too little return; when lenders desert credit markets for other alternatives such as cash or real assets.
We know story collections end when they end, as well â€“ the pages serving as a countdown â€“ but nevertheless the standard story anthology hews closer to what makes being human so hard: it reminds you with each story how quickly everything we are, everything we call our lives can change, can be upended, can disappear. Never to return.
Time was meaningless, except each moment was a countdown to the end.