Quotes About Slow

Baseball is a slow, sluggish game, with frequent and trivial interruptions, offering the spectator many opportunities to reflect at leisure upon the situation on the field: This is what a fan loves most about the game

I am slow of speech, and of a slow tongue.

Movies make you think civilization will end fast, like with aliens and explosions, but really it'll end slow. Ours is already ending, it's just ending too slow for people to notice.

Movies make you think civilization will end fast, like with aliens and explosions, but really it'll end slow. Ours is already ending, it's just ending too slow for people to notice.

The moonlight shines and billows; the broken clouds scud above the trees. Leaves fly everywhere. But the moonlight stays unmoved by the wind, passing through clouds, through air, in what seems to Werner like impossibly slow imperturbable rays. They hang across the buckling grass. Why doesn't the wind move the light?

But the moonlight stays unmoved by the wind, passing through clouds, through air, in what seems to Werner like impossibly slow, imperturbable rays. They hang across the buckling grass. Why doesn't the wind move the light?

His voice bore an astonishing faith, in the slow and beautiful way it trilled sentences, in the way it braided each syllable.

The air was like syrup.

Civil servants take forever to do anything.

Clinging to any form of conservatism can be dangerous. Become too conservative and you are unprepared for surprises. You cannot depend on luck. Logic is blind and often knows only its own past. Logic is good for playing chess but is often too slow for the needs of survival.

Calea cea lent? e calea cea mai sigur?.

That horse was maybe the ugliest, square-headed animal I had ever laid eyes on and so stupid it couldn't find grass if it wasn't standing on it. So timid it would spook at a rock just on the notion the thing might jump at him and so slow you started back to the wagon for dinner as soon as you'd had breakfast. Still, he didn't know the meaning of quit, and I was used to him so I scratched him behind the ears a little

I definitely prefer the courts at Wimbledon - they're a little bit slower. I know I can play well there, I just need to keep the momentum there and take care of everything that I can.

When I used to dribble, I'd be on the wing, and I'd control it with the outside of my foot - it slows the ball down.

The first thing that was intimidating was when I started rehearsing to play Riff in the London company. That first day of rehearsal, I thought, 'Oh my God, I'm never going to learn this. I'm too slow.'

The problem with Microsoft is that it's so committee-driven and slow.

My theater is slow and calm, yet my life is fast and hectic, going in all directions.

Our food is a sign of what we've lost in general. I think if we could start slowing down for food, and rebuilding the quality of our plates, we could start rebuilding what we've lost in our culture. As my boss says, culture starts in the kitchen, not in the opera house.

Life is singing also in the sand crunching under the slow and heavy steps of the guards, when we know how to listen to it.

We never change. Neither our socks nor our masters nor our opinions, or we're so slow about it that it's no use. We were born loyal, and that's what killed us! Soldiers free of charge, heroes for everyone else, talking monkeys, tortured words, we are the minions of King Misery; He's our lord and master!

We envisage Slow Professors acting purposefully, cultivating emotional and intellectual resilience. By taking the time for reflection and dialogue, the Slow Professor takes back the intellectual life of the university.

On the cities of Venice and Varanasi] Everywhere you look there is evidence of the enchantment of decay, of a kind of beauty that can only be revealed by a long, slow fading.

Arturo says, "There follows, I am sad to say, a very long ride on a very slow road…to your final place of rest." He sighs, for he has spoken the truth for all men. Less understands: he has been assigned a poet.

Only Uncle Pascha ignored her. He was contemplating his chessboard. She doubted that he'd move his piece today. It had been his turn for only six months. Once, he had gone three years between moves. He preferred a leisurely game.