speed

I am so obsessed with the cars that sometimes I feel like my heart is not a muscle, it's an engine.

Take care of your car in the garage, and the car will take care of you on the road.

I love the wheels, I mean steering wheel.

There is only one limitation that exists in our minds, which can indeed reduce the speed of our progress; that is the limitation of our understanding

Sometimes the fastest way down is to jump off a cliff.

A leader does not reduce his speeds to meet the views of negative thinkers. He leaves them to do their job as he focuses.

The speed at which progress rolls is not determined by the number of people who started pushing it, but by the number of people who are passionate to hold on doing so.

Move slowly and the day of your revenge will come," Tuek said. "Speed is a device of Shaitan. Cool your sorrow__e__e the diversions for it; three things there are that ease the heart__ater, green grass, and the beauty of woman.

In modern time slowness is new sickness.

In our dynamic age, the speed of motion is increasing

If you have lost a lot of time, then, increase your speed and make up for the time lost

Life must be lived in speed and focus

Speed is the ability to take a decision in a few seconds

For the machine meant the conquest of horizontal space. It also meant a sense of that space which few people had experienced before _ the succession and superimposition of views, the unfolding of landscape in flickering surfaces as one was carried swiftly past it, and an exaggerated feeling of relative motion (the poplars nearby seeming to move faster than the church spire across the field) due to parallax. The view from the train was not the view from the horse. It compressed more motifs into the same time. Conversely, it left less time in which to dwell on any one thing.

I am now 33 years old, and it feels like much time has passed and is passing faster and faster every day. Day to day I have to make all sorts of choices about what is good and important and fun, and then I have to live with the forfeiture of all the other options those choices foreclose. And I'm starting to see how as time gains momentum my choices will narrow and their foreclosures multiply exponentially until I arrive at some point on some branch of all life's sumptuous branching complexity at which I am finally locked in and stuck on one path and time speeds me through stages of stasis and atrophy and decay until I go down for the third time, all struggle for naught, drowned by time. It is dreadful. But since it's my own choices that'll lock me in, it seems unavoidable--if I want to be any kind of grownup, I have to make choices and regret foreclosures and try to live with them.

Americans will put up with anything provided it doesn't block traffic.

The degree of slowness is directionally proportional to the intensity of memory. The degree of speed is directionally proportional to the intensity of forgetting.

If God sets your speed limit high, don't be afraid of your life-car being crashed.