Quotes
Quotes about Waste
Father, I scarcely dare to pray,
So clear I see, now it is done,
How I have wasted half my day,
And left my work but just begun.
Masters, I have to tell a tale of woe,
A tale of folly and of wasted life,
Hope against hope, the bitter dregs of strife,
Ending, where all things end, in death at last.
Wide open and unguarded stand our gates,
Named of the four winds, North, South, East and West;
Portals that lead to an enchanted land...
Here, it is written, Toil shall have its wage
And Honor honor, and the humblest man
Stand level with the highest in the law.
Of such a land have men in dungeons dreamed
And with the vision brightening in their eyes
Gone smiling to the fagot and the sword.
O Liberty, white Goddess! is it well
To leave the gates unguarded? On thy breast
Fold Sorrow's children, soothe the hurts of Fate,
Lift the down-trodden, but with hand of steel
Stay those who to thy sacred portals come
To waste the gifts of Freedom.
Life's a pudding full of plums;
Care's a canker that benumbs,
Wherefore waste our elocution
On impossible solution?
Life's a pleasant institution,
Let us take it as it comes!
The thorns he spares when the rose is taken;
The rocks are left when he wastes the plain;
The wind that wanders, the weeds wind-shaken,
These remain.
The vilest deeds like poison-weeds
Bloom well in prison-air:
It is only what is good in Man
That wastes and withers there:
Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate
And the Warder is Despair.
The gray silence, the gray waves, the gray wastes of the sea.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Eat not thy heart; which forbids to afflict our souls, and waste them with vexatious cares.
Waste not the remnant of thy life in those imaginations touching other folk, whereby thou contributest not to the common weal.
A Moment's Halt--a momentary taste
Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste--
And, Lo! the phantom Caravan has reach'd
The NOTHING it set out from. Oh, make haste!
As when, O lady mine!
With chiselled touch
The stone unhewn and cold
Becomes a living mould.
The more the marble wastes,
The more the statue grows.
Weakened and wasted to skin and bone.
And the barrel of meal wasted not, neither did the cruse of oil fail.
Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for... the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
Anger wastes time and uses up energy
The wasteland of his soul had often seen the loneliness of a shattered but unforgotten dream
Then perhaps to die the death. An endless silence after a brief earth-sejourn. All the putative joys untasted. Circular speculation. A life wasted.
The only sexual sin is waste of seed
I got the idea that wherever you went all that would matter would be the people, and they seem to be all pretty much the same. I suppose the only real reason for travelling is to learn that all people are the same. I tell you that now, so you've no need to waste your money on travelling.
Nothing is ever wasted
I cannot waste my whole life in longing for this man's art and that man's scope
I'm making amends for a wasted life - I'm proud to be contributing to scholarship
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is.
