I can make it rain, just by waiting. I'm like that all the time, some of the time.
“I can make it rain, just by waiting. I'm like that all the time, some of the time.”
— Jarod Kintz · Time
The World Motivation
I can make it rain, just by waiting. I'm like that all the time, some of the time.
“I can make it rain, just by waiting. I'm like that all the time, some of the time.”
— Jarod Kintz · Time
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“I can make it rain, just by waiting. I'm like that all the time, some of the time.”
“Our reality consists of space and time. But don't forget that money has dimensionality, and if you don't have any, you live a less round existence.”
“Water doesn’t shape like clay when you move it with your hands. I've spent a lot of time swimming, and none of my motion art stayed in place. All my aqua sculpting rippled into the future, never to be seen again.”
“Coaching 101: First you build the team, and then you build the torture chamber for underperformers.”
“Branson, Missouri is the leftover meatloaf of the tourism industry. It doesn’t matter what year it is, it stays fresh like 1991.”
“The future hasn’t come. And when it arrives, it will be the present. Think about that next time you’re late.”
“They took away time, and they gave us the clock.”
“I'm a victim of time”
“And suddenly a memory”
“I think the big problem this country has is being politically correct. I've been challenged by so many people, and I don't frankly have time for total political correctness. And to be honest with you, this country doesn't have time either.”
“We can navigate the boat, but we cannot change the course of the river. The flow waits for nobody.”
“Often, beyond the next turning, footfalls of a herd galloping across stone were heard, or further in the distance, with reassuring grunts, a wild boar could be seen, trotting with steady stride along the edge of the road with her sow and a whole procession of young in tow. And then one's heart beat faster upon advancing a little into the subtle light: one might have said that the path had suddenly become wild, thick with grass, its dark paving-slabs engulfed by nettles, blackthorn and sloe, so that it mingled up time past rather than crossing country-side, and perhaps it was going to issue forth, in the chiaroscuro of thicket smelling of moistened down and fresh grass, into one of those glades where animals spoke to men.”