Quotes About Pause

detenerse...

Cuando nos abrazamos, el tiempo parece detenerse...

Have you never thought as you read that months may lie between any pair of words?)

People can't seem to get it through their heads that there is never any healing or closure. Ever. There is only a short pause before the next horrifying event. People forget there is such a thing as memory, and that when a wound heals it leaves a permanent scar that never goes away, but merely fades a little. What really ought to be said after one of these so-called tragedies is, Let the scarring begin.

The gold had asked that he should sit weaving longer and longer, deafened and blinded more and more to all things except the monotony of his loom and the repetition of his web; but Eppie called him away from his weaving, and made him think all its pauses a holiday, reawakening his senses with her fresh life, even to the old winter-flies that came crawling forth in the early spring sunshine, and warming him into joy because she had joy.

On the verge of a decision we all tremble: hope pauses with fluttering wings.

Progress would be wonderful - if only it would stop.

I'm the guy who spends 15 minutes staring out of the window wondering what to have for lunch.

Sometimes you get a glimpse of a semicolon coming, a few lines farther on, and it is like climbing a steep path through woods and seeing a wooden bench just at a bend in the road ahead, a place where you can expect to sit for a moment, catching your breath.

All my friends and peers keep asking me when I'm going to rest - I just tell them it's another dirty four-letter word!

I believe in stopping work and eating lunch.

Qué ocurriría si nos quedáramos aquí quietos sin movernos, sin hacer nada? ¿Acaso el tiempo se olvidaría de nosotros, pasaría de largo? Que bajen el telón. Que salgan los créditos. Fin.

Time seemed to do that thing everyone knew was impossible. It stood still.

In life one must always learn to count to ten.

skidded to a stop, then resumed beating, double time. I stuck the papers back in the folder. He

When you can't figure out what to do, it's time for a nap.

I have a hard time getting past the day without the nap, so the nap is a must.

It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could'st make the time to do so too; I'll wind thee up no more.

When I feel lost and can't make a decision, I just stop and get quiet. I take a time-out.

Time needs another minute.

It is time for me to be dead for a little while - and then live again.

In the theater, it's about taking time in a musical segment, a pause in a musical way and then moving on.

I have a notebook with me all the time, and I begin scribbling a few words. When things are going well, the walk does not get anywhere; I finally just stop and write.

Death - to blink for an exceptionally long period of time.