There are three things I commit to on a daily basis: Exercising for an hour a day, tops. Never skipping meals. And accepting the size and shape I was born with.
Playing scales is like a boxer skipping rope or punching a bag. It's not the thing in itself; it's preparatory to the activity
I would say what makes me vulnerable is when I allow my mind to spiral. You know? When I start not being in the present moment and I start skipping ahead and picturing my daughter driving on the freeway on a late saturday night.
There is no daily chore so trivial that it cannot be made important by skipping it two days running.
Maybe I am skipping over the city and going from very personal things to the world, from internal experience to giant, far-away-from-space experience.
Reading aloud means no skipping, no skimming, no cutting to the chase.
May not the inadequacy of much of our spiritual experience be traced back to our habit of skipping through the corridors of the Kingdom like children in the market place, chattering about everything, but pausing to learn the value of nothing.
As the art of reading (after a certain stage in one's education) isthe art of skipping, so the art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook.
I feel that people spend as much time skipping songs as they do listening to them in their library.
Oh, that Einstein, always skipping lectures. . . I certainly never would have thought he could do it.
A damnably readable, streamlined, yet deeply researched work. Skipping the ancestors and aftermath of conventional biography, Max gives us the man, his work, and his times-the niceties of which (so complicated, so exquisitely intertwined) Max articulates with, well, Wallace-like lucidity and wit. Above all this is the story of a touching young man who insisted on being something better than simply the smartest person in the room.
My mother-in-law had to stop skipping for exercise. It registered seven on the Richter scale.
I do think we have a food problem. In 2006, which is the year for which we have the latest data, 35. 5 million Americans were food insecure. That means there are 35. 5 million Americans who are so hard up at some point during the year that they didn't know where their next meal was coming from. That's a lot of Americans. They don't get reported very much because there's nothing spectacular about people skipping a meal because they're poor. The media tends to ignore that, just as it ignores the sort of chronic food shortages elsewhere in the world.
He has only half learned the art of reading who has not added to it the more refined art of skipping and skimming.
Never read a book to the end, nor even in sequence and without skipping.
Highly-adaptive, informal networks move diagonally and eliptically, skipping entire functions to get things done.
