Quotes About Time

Nothing ever stops at the quarterly win. There are four quarters to a year. Forty to a decade. Every one of them has to produce, exceed, and beat EXPECTATIONS.

The new luxury is to shed the shackles of deferred living—to pursue your passions now, while you're still working. What's the point in wasting time daydreaming about how great it'll be when you finally quit?

The new luxury is the luxury of freedom and time. Once

The new luxury is the luxury of freedom and time. Once you've had a taste of that life, no corner office or fancy chef will be able to drag you back.

The solution: Break the big thing into smaller things. The smaller it is, the easier it is to estimate. You're probably still going to get it wrong, but you'll be a lot less wrong than if you estimated a big project. If something takes twice as long as you expected, better to have it be a small project that's a couple weeks over rather than a long one that's a couple months over.

We've been written up in big mainstream publications like Wired and Time, but we've found that we actually get more hits when we're profiled on sites like Daring Fireball, a site for Mac nerds, or Lifehacker, a productivity site. Links from these places result in notable spikes in our traffic and sales. Articles in big-time publications are nice, but they don't result in the same level of direct, instant activity.

The longer it takes to develop, the less likely it is to launch. Make

Smart people in white coats have extensively studied commuting—this supposedly necessary part of our days—and the verdict is in: long commutes make you fat, stressed, and miserable. Even short commutes stab at your happiness.

estimates that stretch weeks, months, and years into the future are fantasies.

The solution: Break the big thing into smaller things. The smaller it is, the easier it is to estimate. You're probably still going to get it wrong, but you'll be a lot less wrong than if you estimated a big project. If something takes twice as long as you expected, better to have it be a small project that's a couple weeks over rather than a long one that's a couple months over. Keep breaking your time frames down into

Human life spans, regrettably, were a couple of centuries too short for patience to stop being a virtue and become a habit.

I know only one truth: it's time for all of this to end.

It's the closest thing we poor creatures have to magic, my dear—the ability to be transported through time by a waft of scent that unlocks memory.

The elderly don't drive that badly; they're just the only ones with time to do the speed limit.

It all has to do with art - writing, painting, things I've done for a long time but just never had enough time to pursue. I have poetry - things that are designed for songs, but they're always poems first.

I looked at the clock on the microwave. I was late for work. I find it difficult to move at that hour. Like there are ankle weights on my soul.

Will I be able to spare my heart while dissecting memories of the past?

The beauty of good writing is that it transports the reader inside another person's experience in some other physical place and culture and, at its best, evokes a palpable feeling of being in a specific moment in time and space.

Something in djet time is finished but not past; it exists forever in the present.

The pause we're experiencing can highlight a basic truth: we may or may not walk this way again, and even if we do, we will never be precisely the same people who experienced that journey in the first place. Travel is only ever about a moment in time and space, but it's also about how we choose to hold that moment in our memories. It is always both present and past.

Okay, this is the wisdom. First, time spent on reconnaissanse is never wasted. Second, almost anything can be improved with the addition of bacon. And finally, there is no problem on Earth that can't be ameliorated by a hot bath and a cup of tea.

Time?" - "Can only be coming from the future, passing through the present, and going into the past.

En aquel momento tuve por vez primera la intuición falaz de que el pasado no es un lugar estable sino cambiante, permanentemente alterado por el futuro, y de que por tanto nada de lo ya acontecido es irreversible.

La gente olvida más deprisa que nunca, quizá porque los periodistas olvidan más deprisa que nunca. Viven al día. No tienen tiempo de mirar atrás, y por eso no entienden lo que pasa delante, ni siquiera lo que pasa delante de sus narices.