A Quote by Hilary Farr

Time slows down in libraries in a good way. — © Hilary Farr
Time slows down in libraries in a good way.
When it comes to playoff time, the game slows down, the offense slows down and you've got to be able to get stops.
When we use power to cause someone else not to succeed so that we can succeed, it slows our vibratory frequency. It slows us down. When we slow down we experience unhappiness.
Every time you get hit in the head, time slows down just a bit.
Summer specializes in time, slows it down almost to dream.
As you get older, time speeds up but life slows down.
I've always been looking ahead, which is a good thing, but getting married slows you down and kids slow you down, a little bit. You look ahead, but you've gotta learn to enjoy what you have.
Time slows down. Self vanishes. Action and Awareness merge. Welcome to Flow.
It's funny that we think of libraries as quiet demure places where we are shushed by dusty, bun-balancing, bespectacled women. The truth is libraries are raucous clubhouses for free speech, controversy and community. Librarians have stood up to the Patriot Act, sat down with noisy toddlers and reached out to illiterate adults. Libraries can never be shushed.
Everything slows down with age, except the time it takes cake and ice cream to reach your hips.
Between madness and sanity, there is a shifting boundary. It is impossible to explain. Time slows down and you have to try to fill it. You don't have anything but solitude.
Thinking in words slows you down and actually decreases comprehension in much the same way as walking a tightrope too slowly makes one lose one's balance.
Something different happens to my brain when I put pen to paper: the pace of writing or drawing slows you down and gives you more time for thoughts to come in.
The game of golf slows the whole world down and gives you time to think. Inner-city kids could learn a lot about patience.
Does Being Happy simply Create More Time, in the way that Being Sad, as we all know, slows time and thickens it, like cornstarch in a sauce?).
Time is cruel like life. It slows down so that you can truly experience the worst moments of it. Only if you make it through them do you get to say ‘It all happened so fast.
There's something particular about the way Los Angeles feels in the summertime. It slows down and is hazy and dreamy, and you can put on certain music and go for a drive and be totally sober but feel stoned.
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