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Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?
If you drive to, say, Shenandoah National Park, or the Great Smoky Mountains, you'll get some appreciation for the scale and beauty of the outdoors. When you walk into it, then you see it in a completely different way. You discover it in a much slower, more majestic sort of way.
A bee is never as busy as it seems; it's just that it can't buzz any slower.
When you are missing someone, time seems to move slower, and when I'm falling in love with someone, time seems to be moving faster.
I do think the past changes at a slower rate. It sits a little more still for its portrait.
The simplest consequence of walking on crutches is that you walk slower. Every step must be a necessary one. When you hurry, you get where you're going, but you get there alone. When you go slow, you get where you're going, but you get there with a community you've built along the way.
If they try to rush me, I always say, I've only got one other speed and it's slower.
Have you ever noticed? Anybody going slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac.
I'm in the process of convincing my parents to sell me their house so I can just live in my childhood bedroom forever. I figure it might make me age slower.
Some say that I should settle down, go slower and not push so hard, so quickly for such transformational change. To them, I say that you misunderstand the size of the problems we face, the strength of the status quo and the urgency of the people's desire for change.
