Quotes About Pause

One sits down first one thinks afterwards.

A cigarette is a breathing space. It makes a parenthesis. The time of a cigarette is a parenthesis, and if it is shared, you are both in that parenthesis. It's like a proscenium arch for a dialogue.

I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us...

I assure you, I've come to one of those natural breaks in the book, where one can walk away and let things go on working in the subconscious. It's true, don't look so unbelieving. It means I can afford to tear myself away from my view of the pigsties and go out on parole, as much as I like and you'll put up with.

paused some time to reflect on all he had related, and the various arguments which he had employed.

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

A pause while my mother made high-pitched sisterly devotions of gratitude.

abeyance. "Is there

That feels like what happened. A collective, unspoken decision was made that for a few weeks at least, the country would take a much-needed break from cynicism.

We spend so much time scrambling from one thing to the next, getting through it, getting to the end, and starting over again, that I would not forget to fully breathe in the miniscule moments of beauty and peace.

Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.

Sometimes history cleaves and for one helpless moment stands still like the pause when the ax splits a log and the two halves rest on end waiting to fall.

This is what it means to be very slow: every story you would like to tell has already ended before you can open your mouth.

Finally, we pulled into a parking

fraction of a second, before asking

There was a pause. She said, "I hate you." I nodded. "I know.

I paused before the door and used the SoldierVision to confirm the hallway was clear before opening it.

I took off my shoes, as well, and followed her into the room. I'd left the lights on low so their reflection against the floor-to-ceiling window glass wouldn't obscure the view of the harbor and the lights of Hong Kong beyond it, but still she paused to log the room details before appreciating the panorama outside. I couldn't help smiling at that, although it wasn't unexpected. A civilian would never have paused before taking in that spectacular scenery.

Quality of life depends on what happens in the space between stimulus and response.

Let's say I dared to suspend myself in the moment between breaths.

Let the first impulse pass, wait for the second.

Take time today to pause every now and then, take a deep breath of that moment, and know that God loves you. He will whisper "I love you" in a 1000 different ways.

It sounds great, let me think about it …" or "Let me do a bit more research and I'll call you back.

La vida es el ruido entre dos silencios.