Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Life is long. But it goes fast.
Time scoots along pretty fast when you grow up.
I had my mid-life crisis at 29. I've got my thirties and forties into the back end of my twenties.
Reasons for anxiety will never be lacking, whether born of prosperity or of wretchedness; life pushes on in a succession of engrossments. We shall always pray for leisure.
I suddenly realized I was racing around so much, I could never catch up with my life
I don't like ageing, I don't like being older, time is going too fast, and life is like a train running at high speed. I have a real problem with it.
Everyone has a different life story. Things happen rapidly for someone, and things move slowly for others.
On my tombstone they will carve, "IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME.
When I was a child, life felt so slow because all I wanted to do was get into show business. Each day seemed like a year, but when you get older, years pass like minutes. I wish there was a tape recorder where we could just slow our lives down.
The pace of life feels morally dangerous to me.
At twenty life was like wrestling an octopus. Every moment mattered. At thirty it was a walk in the country. Most of the time your mind was somewhere else. By the time you got to seventy, it was probably like watching snooker on the telly.
I love New York, but being there the whole year, it gets a little crazy with the speed and rhythm of things.
I definitely do live my life at a different pace now than I used to... I feel like I'm guilty of all the overindulgences of a guy in his 20s and early 30s could've gone through, but I look back on it with great fondness. I don't have a lot of regrets.
I'm trying to change up the pace in which I approach life so I'm not always go, go, go.
I'm going through life's cycles at an alarmingly fast pace, but my persona has a Peter Pan quality: he doesn't age.
Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you.
My life is going at the speed of light, so it's a lot of just trying... to be present in each moment... Giving each situation and each part of life that space and making sure that it's sacred in every aspect.
Modern life is moving faster than the speed of thought, or thoughtfulness.
I don't see myself as having made the transition. I aim to be more transient than transitional. Life is constantly changing, now at a rate faster than ever, so being in a transitory state is the best way to keep pace.
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?
In America everyone's fast.
The name of the game is to keep from pushing the accelerator pedal so hard that we speed up the aging process. The average American, however, by living a fast and furious lifestyle, pushes that accelerator too hard and too much.
Time sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a snail; but a man is happiest when he does not even notice whether it passes swiftly or slowly.
Slowing down reminds you that the journey is supposed to be fun.
