Browsing Topic Best Timer Quotes

When I used to go to the Manhattan Chess Club back in the fifties, I met a lot of old-timers there who knew Capablanca, because he used to come around to the Manhattan club in the forties – before he died in the early forties. They spoke about Capablanca with awe. I have never seen people speak about any chess player like that, before or since.

Baseball hasn’t forgotten me. I go to a lot of old-timers games and I haven’t lost a thing. I sit in the bullpen and let people throw things at me. Just like old times.

I was in the game for love. After all, where else can an old-timer with one leg, who can’t hear or see, live like a king while doing the only thing I wanted to do?

The 16 years have gone so fast. I came to Minnesota as a 19-year-old kid. Marv Grissom was the pitching coach, an old-timer who taught me quite a bit. Marv didn’t like the way I stepped toward the plate. I had a tendency to throw across my body. So, he took me off to the side at Met Stadium and put a chair on the mound. If I threw across my body, I would step on the chair. Marv was trying to hurt me. I fooled him. I started stepping the right way.

I’m not saying my wife’s a bad cook, but she uses a smoke alarm as a timer.

I love people who just started making movies – first-timers, second-timers. They take chances.

You have to enjoy playing. The old-timers did, and that’s one reason why their music is a lasting music. I feel that I play jazz to entertain the listener, and you just can’t do that unless you yourself are entertained at the same time.

I have a lot of plants and fish and a pet lizard and Venus flytraps. I have a whole ecosystem in my room, like a running waterfall and different lights and sensors set on digital timers.

All marriages have a time limit if you enter them for the wrong reasons. Marriage doesn’t get easier…it only gets harder. If you marry someone hoping it will improve things, you might as well set your timer the second you say, ‘I do.

Getting into the habit of switching a timer on will, I promise, save you from any number of kitchen disasters.

Memories are fallible and a timer can save a lot of hard work from going out of the window

Early on, they were timing my contract with an egg timer.

I tagged a first-timer one night at fight club. That Saturday night, a young guy with an angel’s face came to his first fight club, and I tagged him for a fight. That’s the rule. If it’s your first night in fight club, you have to fight. I knew that so I tagged him because the insomnia was on again, and I was in a mood to destroy something beautiful.

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.

I think competition in any kind of activity like music, art, literature – anything that’s not done with a timer – is actually impossible. So, in effect, what you’re doing is you’re entering the lottery. You’re hoping that you play well (and that) you play your best on the day that you’re heard, and you’re hoping that the people who are judging will like what you do.

When a theater goes dark for the night, a stagehand leaves a lighted lamp on stage. No one knows why any more, but some old timers say it is to keep the ghosts away. Others say it lights the stage for the ghosts to play. Whichever theory one adheres to, most people agree: a great theater is haunted.

No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubber-bands, I’m a recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me seeking for an oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though this ain’t promised,I’m as determined as them old timers.

When I played, Old-Timers Day was my favorite day of the whole season, because I got to share a locker with one of the great Yankees… It was an out-of-body experience.

And, all these things need to be coordinated; so we all need to work together, have timers going and everything so we’re all coordinated and get this piece of orchestration done.

it occurred to me what a simple thing reality is, how easy it is to make it work. It’s just reality. Just housework. Just a home. Like running a simple machine. Once you learn to run it, it’s just a matter of repetition. You push this button and pull that lever. You adjust a gauge, put on the lid, set the timer. The same thing, over and over.

Zaphod Beeblebrox, adventurer, ex-hippie, good-timer (crook? quite possibly), manic self-publicist, terrible bad at personal relationships, often thought to be completely out to lunch.

I’m an old-timer in the business from the sense that when you do something that you feel good about there might be another person out there who feels the same way, or a hundred or a couple million.

But, I think it’s great to be able to work with established directors, and then also first-timers. I feel like you learn from both of them, but then you can go and share your knowledge with each of them. That’s really fantastic!

I felt quite frankly having been raised during the depression and looking back at the roaring twenties, the jazz age, which was a very magic timer in my mind because it was something that I had missed.

I wasn’t a babe in the woods. I’d watched a lot of stars, from James Dean to Brando, and I’d seen everybody alive work at MGM. I had a certain old-timer’s quality, even though I was young and new, and drew on what I believed before I made it.

You begin always knowing nothing. You remain forever an amateur, a first timer.

I use a smoke alarm as a timer.

I don’t exactly know what it means to be ready. A cake when the oven timer goes off? Am I fully baked, or only half-baked?

I guess I’m getting to the age where a lot of other people my age have real jobs, and when they’re hard-up they refer to an old-timer like me.

We are all old-timers, each of us holds a locked razor.

Simply put: time is fluid. The faster your world spins out of control, the slower timer crawls. The more time you need, the less you’re sure to get. It’s all relative

I wouldn’t mind someone lobbing hand grenades at me, but having to reset the timer on the video recorder puts me into a blood-spitting frenzy.

Obviously I’d love to have kids and all that. Luckily, as a man, there’s not such an egg timer on it, but I’d like to be able to pick them up without Nurofen first.

As a kid, I did want to be an old-timer, since they were the ones with the big stories and the cool clothes. I wanted to go there. Now, I guess I want to bring that with me and go back in time.

An old-timer is someone who can remember when a naughty child was taken to the woodshed instead of to a psychiatrist.