Ron Funches Quotes

I'm compulsively on time. It drives me insane when people are late.

I've been on a calendar, but I've never been on time.

Just keep the idea in the back of your head: 'I can't control L.A. traffic. I'll leave earlier than I think I need to, and I'll get there when I get there.'

I was late, as a player, many times. If you have bad traffic, what are you doing to do? Make a miracle? Sometimes it happens.

He was always late on principle, his principle being that punctuality is the thief of time.

We met at nine We met at eight I was on time No, you were late Ah yes! I remember it well.

Always late: thus I make you the prisoner of my freedom.

Unpunctuality is a vile habit.

Woman is certainly the daughter of Delay personified!

I explain to everyone I deal with-co-workers, children, friends-that I'm transitionally challenged and they should call me on my cell phone if I'm even a few minutes late. Such calls often come in when I'm happily writing or rearranging the furniture. The monochrones in my life are so organized, they have no trouble remembering to remind me to show up.

If, in New York, you arrive late for an appointment, say, "I took a taxi".

I am a member of a small, nearly extinct minority group, a kind of urban lost tribe who insist, in the face of all evidence to the contrary, on the sanctity of being on time. Which is to say that we On-timers are compulsively, unfashionably prompt, that there are only handfuls of us in any given city and, unfortunately, we never seem to have appointments with each other.

A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.

The French have no such expression as 'killing time.' In their more philosophical vocabulary the term is 'passing time,' which means savoring all moments of it each to his individual enjoyment. While we battle with time, they relax with tempo.

She would be ready, but she would always make him wait.

Time, like money, is measured by our needs.

Time is free, but it's priceless. You can't own it, but you can use it. You can't keep it, but you can spend it. Once you've lost it you can never get it back.

That old bald cheater, Time.

Since time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence - neither speed up nor slow down, add to nor diminish - it is an imponderably valuable gift. Each of us has a few minutes a day or a few hours a week which we could donate to an old folks home or a children's hospital ward. The elderly whose pillows we plump or whose water pitchers we refill may or may not thank us for our gift, but the gift is upholding the foundation of the universe.

Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - .

People who are chronically tardy never understand the many ways in which they screw up the schedules of people who are punctual and 'normal'.

Time is the inexplicable raw material of everything. With it, all is possible, without it nothing. The supply of time is truly a daily miracle, an affair genuinely astonishing when one examines it.

Time, where did you go? / Why did you leave me here alone? / Wait, don't go so fast / I'm missing the moments as they pass

Since time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence neither speed up nor slow down add to nor diminish it is an imponderably valuable gift.

Sophronia was minding her own business and running late to luncheon, as was her custom. She'd let to learn the advantage of punctuality. As she told Sister Mattie the third time she was late to household potions and poisons, nothing interesting happened until after an event commenced.