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“Life is not a race but a pace we need to maintain with reality.”
― Amit Abraham

“I believe that modern life is moving too fast. A bullet travels quickly, but it usually comes to an abrupt and fatal end.”
― Fennel Hudson, A Writer's Year: Fennel's Journal No. 3

“It's hard to explain what you want from your life. The best way to know is to keep your head up, your soul clean and keep moving with the pace of life. It will reveal all to you, when the time is right and the moon is bright.”
― Guru S Gill

“Next time you miss a flight, get stuck in traffic or find yourself waiting on hold for customer service, it can be a good time to hurry up and be patient. The sooner you’re patient, the easier your life will become. When you’re patient you can relax and enjoy the ride.”
― Steve Goodier

“I like to start slowly, and then ease up as the day progresses.”
― Fennel Hudson, A Writer's Year: Fennel's Journal No. 3

“Those who sprint might travel quicker, but we’ll all end up in the same place at the end.”
― Fennel Hudson, A Writer's Year: Fennel's Journal No. 3

“Se puoi, un giorno perdonami e dammi la pace che cerco da troppo tempo..”
― Cristel Anna Notarianni, Bisbigliando - Sussurri di mezzanotte

“I have not quite come to terms with the brevity that people crave as they dash through life, flitting from one thing to another. ~ “Vindication Across Time”
― Mala Naidoo, Vindication Across Time

“I don't need three cars and a great big fucking house [for two people]. But I do and I want it. This is the issue.”
― Geoffrey West

“I don't need three cars and a great big fucking house [for two people]. But I do and I want it. This is the issue.

[The Future of the Planet: Life, Growth and Death in Organisms, Cities and Companies. SFI Community Lecture, August 29, 2017]”
― Geoffrey West

“Many of the town’s residents summered up North, along with their horses. Others took long, slow weekends at the beach or on the lake or in the mountains, in family homes built by their great grandparents and passed through the generations like prized silver. The rest of us simply tempered our pace and entered into the peace that floated around us on the breeze of a slow-moving fan.”
― Marti Healy, The Rhythm of Selby