Quotes from Robert Breault

After a lifetime of deep thought, I've decided that life is a distraction, but probably not from anything important.

Looking back on our lives, we invariably find that the person we pretended to be is the person we became.

All your life you pretend to be someone else, and it turns out that you were someone else pretending to be you.

Death is just another stage of life, although the one you kind of hope comes last.

To accept on faith is the basic requirement for getting on with life.

It's like this. Father Time keeps pitching the years at us. We swing and miss at a few. We hit a few out of the park. We try not to take any called strikes.

Who does not wish to be beautiful, and clever, and rich, and to have back, in old age, the time spent trying to be any of them.

Time is a figure eight, at its center the city of Deja Vu.

First God created time; then God created man that man might, in the course of time, perfect himself; then God decided that He'd better create eternity.

Eventually, time takes care of everything. The trouble with procrastination is that people give up on it too soon.

There are three dimensions of time, two of which contain happier days.

The older I get, the less time I want to spend with the part of the human race that didn't marry me.

It is the fancy of every mortal that being cradled in the arms of mortality is a safe place for the time being.

If you haven't time to respond to a tug at your pants leg, your schedule is too crowded.

The great enemy of achievement is a schedule already full.

It is not happiness until you capture it and store it out of the reach of time.

If you could eavesdrop on everything said about you, you'd spend most of your time waiting for the subject to come up.

There comes a time when a man and woman realize that their separate schemes can be better achieved as a conspiracy.

It's my luck that every time I feel I completely comprehend God's plan, I don't have a pencil with me.

No matter how you hurry, you will notice at the end of the day that you traveled at the speed of time.

Love is at first a set of delusions, which, as time goes by, are discarded like training wheels, and you love truly.

Perhaps God gives us a physical body so that every time we change our mind, we won't be someone else.

Love is given to us as a time, but to keep it always, we must make it a place.

Some day man will travel at the speed of light, of small interest to those of us still trying to catch up to the speed of time.