#time

I had a wonderful time with the Stones but after 31 years, I thought it was time to move on. ↗

— Bill Wyman

#had #i #move #move on #stones

I rambled all the time. I was just like that, like a rollin' stone. ↗

— Muddy Waters

#just #like #stone #time

Wisdom is the power to put our time and our knowledge to the proper use. ↗

— Thomas J. Watson

#knowledge #our #our time #power #proper

It takes having your golf peak four different times throughout the year. You have to like all four golf courses. You've got to be the best of that week for the four weeks. ↗

— Karrie Webb

#courses #different #different times #four #golf

Sometimes when I'm talking, my words can't keep up with my thoughts. I wonder why we think faster than we speak. Probably so we can think twice. ↗

— Bill Watterson

#i #i wonder #keep #probably #sometimes

Do not hover always on the surface of things, nor take up suddenly with mere appearances; but penetrate into the depth of matters, as far as your time and circumstances allow, especially in those things which relate to your profession. ↗

— Isaac Watts

#always #appearances #as far as #circumstances #depth

The past two decades revolutionized the way we access information. You and I can have our questions answered with the click of a mouse at any time of day. If America, both corporation and citizen alike, can use these services to solve problems, why can't Washington? ↗

— J. C. Watts

#alike #america #answered #any #both

Now I'm starting, relatively, to think straight again. I live one day at a time, one hour at a time. What makes it all worthwhile is my children. ↗

— Paula Yates

#children #day #hour #i #live

Just as we were finishing 'Paul's Boutique' we got our own places, and I was going out to clubs a lot less. I got a bit more introverted and spent a lot more time on my own reading. I would just go down to the esoteric bookstore and wander around. ↗

— Adam Yauch

#bit #bookstore #clubs #down #esoteric

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#compelled #feels #i #imagine #like