There is a slowness in affairs which ripens them, and a slowness which rots them.
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Slowness comes from God and haste from the Devil.
Slowness to change usually means fear of the new.
Philip Crosby in Reflections on Quality
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It's still the same job, the same anxieties, but it did feel a lot different, that kind of budget, that schedule, and frankly, the slowness of it all, and also having a lot of other units working.
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We, in our Province, are beginning to realize and appreciate that our slowness in keeping up with our North American neighbours may well have been a blessing in disguise.
quote by Alex Campbell
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Any architectural project we do takes at least four or five years, so increasingly there is a discrepancy between the acceleration of culture and the continuing slowness of architecture.
quote by Rem Koolhaas
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I am always ashamed of the slowness of my reading. I think it stems from the fact that when I come across dialogue in a novel, I can't resist treating it as the text of a play and acting it out, with significant pauses and all.
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Striptease
she undresses slowly
like a flower shedding off
her petals
it is this slowness that hooks me
unable to stop
my gaze goes wild like a hawk
until she lets go off everything
that covers her
and then when everything is seen
what is left is this pity
seeing nothing but the emptiness
of my humanity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Envy And The Discontented Heart
these faulty eyes
see what we are not
comparing the colors
of the invisible wind
testing the depths of the
waters
always complaining
about the scent of the air
the slowness of the rivers
the dirt in the creek
i should have let them all
pluck the eyeballs from
their sockets.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Remember that in every single case in history the process of adaptation has been one of exceeding slowness. Do not look for the impossible, but do not let your path deviate from the quiet and steadfast insistence on full opportunities for your powers.
quote by Franz Boas
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Like many students, I found the drudgery of real experiments and the slowness of progress a complete shock, and at my low points I contemplated other alternative careers including study of the philosophy or sociology of science.
quote by Paul Nurse
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I must confess that, at that time, I had absolutely no knowledge of the slowness of the relaxation processes in the ground state, processes which take place in collisions with the wall or with the molecules of a foreign gas.
quote by Alfred Kastler
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Today Is Not My Day/Nothing Goes Right
TODAY IS NOT MY DAY? / NOTHING GOES RIGHT
Today is not my day,
Nothing goes right-
But I must try to make
This day my day-
Poemless and stuck so far
I loosen myself up
And write these words-
What does it all mean anyway
in the long end
of all ends?
This day too now must be my day
Despite the pain the slowness and the disappointments
The children in the Gan opposite also play
As if the whole world
Depended on their game
at this moment.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A New Year Should Begin Again With New Hope
A New Year should begin with new hope-
Beginning again-
But after so many beginnings and so many years
And in Old Age?
I write these lines as if I had written them many times before
What if a new beginning is only a repetition of what one has already done before?
I try to begin again
I force myself forward
An old man tries too to walk faster
And sometimes he can
But slowness and sadness are his essence.
I will begin again
But more slowly than before.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Alone
All alone, beaten and prone.
The world is blown.
An uninteresting man in the crowd.
Christ it's loud.
How could he hope to be heard?
He cries aloud in madness turn.
Why in the world have I been spurned?
With such slowness the knife has turned.
From inside my soul has burned.
All alone and no return.
Will no one hear me?
I'm so perturbed.
All alone it never ends.
I should just jump off a bridge.
Never ceasing, often repeating.
All alone now the truth is shown.
I cannot continue so alone
poem by Michael McParland
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Consistency And Patience
if i were to draw you
a symbol of consistency and
patience
i will have the turtle
with moss on its house and
on its feet
some mud
i draw you too the silence
embedded in its eyes
i will show you how slowness sometimes
can be considered
wisdom
how sometimes it surrenders to nature
how it hides in its house
when cruelty begins to rule
and how at the end the impossible happens
it survives and wins and then goes back to the river
and swims away
and then it becomes a myth
a story and then you make it more intriguing
and that is where the rabbit enters into the scene
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Parking Lot
Another viewing's slowness: it looks as if the dead
Are on television,
And she is waking up, dressing in fireworks that will
Persimmon off her body in a two for one sale—
From the heavenly depths of
Miami—
She will look up into a sea of airplanes—and spin outside of
The tent,
And next to the trucks and the supermarkets and
The fast food chains:
And all of that traffic—long fuse rapping around her
For a moment she is delighted—object of holidays—
Red and brown queen as amble as a deer wearing silver
Sparklers—
A spectacle in the parking lot at the end of the day.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Seeing you watching TV sleeping
On a rocking chair you sleep again
While watching TV and I rise from
My bed not faraway from where
You are sleeping in front of this
Colored TV on a loud volume
With slowness and respect
I touch your cheek and you
Wake up rubbing your eyes
Asking me what time is it,
You have slept again and
I have to wake you up again
In this cycle of pain and unrest
It is late and the night is deep
And dark, some dogs howl
In the street another stranger
Has arrived to this town again
It is late you have to transfer
To my bed where we will again
Make a warm embrace as I tell
You, I love you as I will always will.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You are disappointed? You thought...
You are disappointed? You thought that in peace we
Would part to the sound of a requiem, a swan-song?
You counted on grief, with your pupils dilated,
Their invincibility trying in tears on?
At the mass from the vaults then the murals had crumbled,
By the play on the lips of Sebastian shaken…
But tonight to my hatred all seems drawn-out dawdling,
What a pity there is not a whip for my hatred!
In darkness, collecting its wits instantaneously,
It knew without thinking: it would plough it over-
That it's time; that a suicide would be superfluous;
That this too would have been of a tortoise-like slowness.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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Avaunt All Specious Pliancy Of Mind
AVAUNT all specious pliancy of mind
In men of low degree, all smooth pretence!
I better like a blunt indifference,
And self-respecting slowness, disinclined
To win me at first sight: and be there joined
Patience and temperance with this high reserve,
Honour that knows the path and will not swerve;
Affections, which, if put to proof, are kind;
And piety towards God. Such men of old
Were England's native growth; and, throughout Spain
(Thanks to high God) forests of such remain:
Then for that Country let our hopes be bold;
For matched with these shall policy prove vain,
Her arts, her strength, her iron, and her gold.
poem by William Wordsworth
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