A Quote by Alice Walker

Time moves slowly, but passes quickly. — © Alice Walker
Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.
There is so little time for us all, I need to be able to say what I want quickly and to as many people as possible. Time passes so slowly if you are unaware of it and so quickly if you are aware of it.
Time passes so slowly if you are unaware of it and so quickly if you are aware of it.
Lord, how the day passes! It's like a life - so quickly when we don't watch it and so slowly when we do.
Life isn't moving quickly - time moves very quickly.
For most men, time moves slowly, oh so slowly, they don't even realize it. But time has revealed itself to me in a very special way. Time is a rushing, howling wind that rages past me, withering me in a single, relentless blast, and then continues on. I've been sitting here passively, submissive to its rage, watching its work. Listen! Time, howling, withering!
Time, Baby - so much, so much time left until the end of my life - sometimes I go crazy at how slowly time passes yet how quickly my body ages. But I shouldn't allow myself to think like this. I have to remind myself that time only frightens me when I think of having to spend it alone. Sometimes I scare myself with how many of my thoughts revolve around making me feel better about sleeping alone in a room.
Love passes quickly, and passes like a street Arab, anxious to mark his way with mischief.
Time sometimes passes quite quickly.
we who determine how quickly time passes.
History may be divided into three movements: what moves rapidly, what moves slowly and what appears not to move at all.
Because time isn't something that always proceeds at the same pace. It is we who determine how quickly time passes.
The tortoise moves very slowly, it moves towards whatever the goal is, to keep a democratic capitalistic society functioning.
Time passes too quickly when you're getting ready to do something you don't want to do.
Making movies is time-consuming and it's boring. You spend most of your time waiting between takes. It's like a big machine that moves slowly.
You realize who you're in love with is fading fast. You don't know what to do, but in that period time moves so slowly.
Of course there is sometimes a price to pay. While I was busy painting, not only was my light dissipating quickly, but the fog had crept in slowly at the same time. When I lifted my eyes from the panel, I realized that I had better get a move on - and quickly.
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