The speed of the leader is the speed of the gang.
There is more to life than simply increasing its speed.
If everything seems under control, you're not going fast enough.
Have faith that your child's brain is an evolving planet that rotates at its own speed. It will naturally be attracted to or repel certain subjects.
Speed is not always a constituent to great work, the process of creation should be given time and thought.
Silence fell with night, but Jacob couldn't entirely silence his racing mind, nor speed it up to the finish line.
Every flower blooms at a different pace.
Success is a slow process, and quitting does not speed it up.
The degree of slowness is directionally proportional to the intensity of memory. The degree of speed is directionally proportional to the intensity of forgetting.
Americans will put up with anything provided it doesn't block traffic.
I am now 33 years old, and it feels like much time has passed and is passing faster and faster every day. Day to day I have to make all sorts of choices about what is good and important and fun, and then I have to live with the forfeiture of all the other options those choices foreclose. And I'm starting to see how as time gains momentum my choices will narrow and their foreclosures multiply exponentially until I arrive at some point on some branch of all life's sumptuous branching complexity at which I am finally locked in and stuck on one path and time speeds me through stages of stasis and atrophy and decay until I go down for the third time, all struggle for naught, drowned by time. It is dreadful. But since it's my own choices that'll lock me in, it seems unavoidable--if I want to be any kind of grownup, I have to make choices and regret foreclosures and try to live with them.
What could I say? Maybe this: the man hunched over his motorcycle can focus only on the present instant of his flight; he is caught in a fragment of time cut off from both the past and the future; he is wrenched from the continuity of time; he is outside time; in other words, he is in a state of ecstasy; in that state he is unaware of his age, his wife, his children, his worries, and so he has no fear, because the source of fear is in the future, and a person freed of the future has nothing to fear.
For the machine meant the conquest of horizontal space. It also meant a sense of that space which few people had experienced before – the succession and superimposition of views, the unfolding of landscape in flickering surfaces as one was carried swiftly past it, and an exaggerated feeling of relative motion (the poplars nearby seeming to move faster than the church spire across the field) due to parallax. The view from the train was not the view from the horse. It compressed more motifs into the same time. Conversely, it left less time in which to dwell on any one thing.
Time is everything. Speed is of the essence.
When they invented the car they invented the collision and the darkness of what time leads the willing body to do.
Not at rush. I can see. I do not want to be something. Rather want to stay at being in Peace, stable, and delightful
Light is so fast that nothing can move faster than its own shadow.
The major advances in speed of communication and ability to interact took place more than a century ago. The shift from sailing ships to telegraph was far more radical than that from telephone to email!
I've been told to speed up my delivery when I perform. But if I lose the stammer, I'm just another slightly amusing accountant.
It is not by muscle, speed, or physical dexterity that great things are achieved, but by reflection, force of character, and judgment.