Quotes About Speed

good technique includes quick changes, great variety and speed. It may be a system of reversals much like a concept of God and the Devil. In the speed of events, which one is really in charge?...to put the heart of martial arts inyour own heart and have it be a part of you means total comprehension and the use of a free style. When you have that you will know that there are no limits.

the whip of the arm is caused by turning the body away from the arm until the range of movement in the shoulder joint is completely used. Then, the arm must turn with the body. Executed quickly, this causes the arm to whip forward as if released from a bow.

We have entered the Age of Light. The ages of steam and coal are long gone. With oil clinging to power, light is emerging as our deus ex machine. Light goes where nothing else can, gets there faster than anything else could, and brings back the images. If there are limits to light, other than its cosmic speed limit, we have not tested them. If there is a final answer to the question "What is light?" we have not found it.

Our whole society is instantaneous.

Oh, leave me, still, the rapid flight That makes the changing seasons gay, The grateful speed that brings the night, The swift and glad return of day.

No dog can go as fast as the money you bet on him.

When the car's going well, I purr like a kitten.

As, blind and deaf, the whale plunged forward, as if by sheer power of speed to rid himself of the iron leech that had fastened to him; as we thus tore a white gash in the sea

images far swifter than these sentences

And the great White Whale sped away. And the sea rolled on as it had been rolling for five thousand years . . .

the ship was rushing through the water with a vindictive sort of leaping and melancholy rapidity

i didn't see anyone! she said. who were you shooting at? what happened? there was a long silence. the men looked at each other. then clellan spoke, a little tentatively. he's very fast.

As the sail bellied out with the wind, the ship flew through the deep blue water, and the foam hissed against her bows as she sped onward.

As in a dream a man is not able to follow one who runs 200  from him, nor can the runner escape, nor the other pursue him, so he could not run him down in his speed, nor the other get clear.

Speaking so he stirred up Athene, who was eager before this, and she went in a flash of speed down the pinnacles of Olympus. As when the son of devious-devising Kronos casts down a star, portent to sailors or widespread armies of peoples glittering and thickly the sparks of fire break from it, in such likeness Pallas Athene swept flashing earthward

make haste and let us be off ~cordial way of saying get out

make haste and let us be off

We have everywhere an absence of memory. Architects sometimes talk of building with context and continuity in mind, religious leaders call it tradition, social workers say it's a sense of community, but it is memory we have banished from our cities. We have speed and power, but no place. Travel, but no destination. Convenience, but no ease.

Some people will tell you that slow is good – but I'm here to tell you that fast is better. I've always believed this, in spite of the trouble it's caused me. Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube. That is why God made fast motorcycles, Bubba…

On my tombstone they will carve, IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME.

Faster, Faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.

This is the fast lane, folks...and some of us like it here.

I've spent enough time in jackrabbit country to know that most of them lead pretty dull lives . . . No wonder some of them drift over the line into cheap thrills once in a while; there has to be a powerful adrenaline rush in crouching by the side of a road, waiting for the next set of headlights to come along, then streaking out of the bushes with split-second timing and making it across to the other side just inches in front of the speeding front wheels.

There was only one road back to L.A. - U.S. Interstate 15. Just a flat-out high speed burn through Baker and Barstow and Berdoo. Then onto the Hollywood Freeway, and straight on into frantic oblivion. Safety. Obscurity.