Laurence Sterne - Time wastes too fast : every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity Lif

Time wastes too fast : every letter I trace tells me with what rapidity Life follows my pen ; the days and hours of it, more precious, my dear Jenny! than the rubies about thy neck, are flying over our heads like light clouds of a windy day, never to return more -- every thing presses on -- whilst thou are twisting that lock, -- see! it grows grey ; and every time I kiss thy hand to bid adieu, and every absence which follows it, are preludes to that eternal separation which we are shortly to make!

- Laurence Sterne

source: Laurence Sterne (1830). “The Works of Laurence Sterne: In One Volume, with a Life of the Author”, p.257

topic: Kissing, Clouds, Light, Jenny, Adieu, Windy Day