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Slowly Quotes (page 10)

Nicholas Sparks quote: "I watch with breaking heart as you slowly fade away"
I watch with breaking heart as you slowly fade away Nicholas Sparks
Life is short, Break the Rules. Forgive quickly, Kiss SLOWLY. Love truly. Laugh uncontrollably. And never regret ANYTHINGThat makes you smile. Mark Twain
We have deemed all these words necessary in order to explain that we have been traveling more slowly than was predicted, concision is not a definitive virtue, on occasion one loses out by talking too much, it is true, but how much has also been gained by saying more than was strictly necessary. Jose Saramago
Theodore Roethke quote: "How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure..."
How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end. Theodore Roethke
Still, the facts are always there. Every teacher, every parent, every priest who serves this kind of neighborhood knows what these inequalities imply. So the sweetness of the moment loses something of its sweetness later on when you're reminded of the odds these children face and of the ways injustice slowly soils innocence. You wish you could eternalize these times of early glory. You wish that Elio and Ariel and Pineapple could stay here in this garden of their juvenile timidity... Jonathan Kozol
Roger Zelazny quote: "Time passed slowly, like and old man climbing a hill."
Time passed slowly, like and old man climbing a hill. Roger Zelazny
Louis-Ferdinand Celine quote: "Near the kiosk the old lady who sold refreshments seemed..."
Near the kiosk the old lady who sold refreshments seemed slowly to be gathering all the shadows of evening about her skirts. Louis-Ferdinand Celine
Sweet Sunday afternoons, beneath the chestnut-tree in our Combray garden, from which I was careful to eliminate every commonplace incident of my actual life, replacing them by a career of strange adventures and ambitions in a land watered by living streams, you still recall those adventures and ambitions to my mind when I think of you, and you embody and preserve them by virtue of having little by little drawn round and enclosed them (which I went on with my book and the heat of the day... Marcel Proust
The man who articulate the movements of his inner life, who can give names to his varied experiences, need no longer be a victim of himself, but is able slowly and consistently to remove the obstacles that prevent the spirit from entering. He is able to create space for Him who heart is greater than his, whose eyes see more than his, and whose hands can heal more than his. Henri Nouwen
Through the windows he could see Mack and the boys sitting on the pipes in the vacant lot, dangling their feet in the mallow weeds and taking the sun while they discoursed slowly and philosophically of matters of interest but of no importance. John Steinbeck
Myself, I've always been organized in waves. For months on end, slowly descending into disorder, I drift with the status quo. Then I wake up one morning with a sudden compulsion to color-code my socks or stack them vertically. Diane Ackerman
Because all those people around you and Miss Satoko are moving slowly but inexorably toward a dnouement. You don’t think the two of you can hover forever in mid-air like two dragonflies making love? Yukio Mishima
He’d never seen a rain quite like this so gentle that it seemed barely to fall yet slowly laid its shine on the bay leaves and hydrangea flowers… Rose Tremain
Augustin stood there looking down at him and cursed him speaking slowly clearly bitterly and contemptuously and cursing as steadily as though he were dumping manure on a field lifting it with a dung fork out of a wagon. Ernest Hemingway
Tilting his head back he slowly released an enormous quantity of smoke from his mouth and drew it up through his nostrils. He continued to smoke in this "French-inhale" style. Very probably, it was not part of the sofa vaudeville of a showoff but, rather, the private, exposed achievement of a young man who, at one time or another, might have tried shaving himself left-handed. J. D. Salinger

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