Choose your tempo,” he whispered in her ear. “What?” “Fast and hard or slow and easy. Your tempo, your choice. You get to direct this symphony.
Sometimes the most effective idea was just so simple that nobody could slow down their brain enough to think it up.
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.
Oh! Do not attack me with your watch. A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch.
People who wouldn't dream of drowning a puppy in a barrel full of water think nothing of killing a fish the same slow way.
there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock
There is earth below your earth, a deep room where gas and oil, rock and stone, circulate like slow blood through a body.
Oh, those warm days of stumbling words; blinded eyes, embracing in sweet slow dances and sipping courage from a bottle for sneaking kisses.
Maybe a large, single dose of pain now is better than the slow, burning pain of withering hope.
Even in dying, a Thennanin ship was reputed to be not worth putting out of its misery. In battle they were slow, unmaneuverable—and as hard to disable permanently as a cockroach.
And here I was thinking you were a bit slow, what with so much asking and not knowing anything.
The earth's orbit didn't slow down. The world didn't stop falling. Slowly, very, very slowly, Michael started to sink to his knees.
Yet, the man never goes slow! Feted against all the odds. How? Nobody knows. Undeterred, unabated, yet uncharted he goes...
Slow down. Make a point of revisiting passages that seem especially rich, or especially confusing, or for that matter especially offensive.
I know,” he says, and it’s the strangest thing. I can tell he’s smiling, slow and syrupy, when he says it.
A slow smile spread across his lips, and he threaded his fingers through mine. "I can see why I like you.
The world makes much less sense than you think. The coherence comes mostly from the way your mind works.
I don’t like breakfast, because I like things fixed and slow. Let’s just take our relationship morning by morning.
Five minutes ago it was five minutes late, and my watch is five minutes slow.
My brother spent a large portion of the agonizingly slow drive to school banging his forehead on the stearing wheel.
