Quotes About Waste

The sandy beach reminded Harold of picnics. And the thought of picnics made him hungry. So he laid out a nice simple picnic lunch. There was nothing but pie. But there were all nine kinds of pie that Harold liked best. When Harold finished his picnic there was quite a lot left. He hated to see so much delicious pie go to waste. So Harold left a very hungry moose and a deserving porcupine to finish it up.

In general, I have no desire to ever have another conversation about Hillary Clinton, to debate the role her gender played. I'm not sure I want to have any conversation about sexism. If someone doesn't see that gender played a huge role, why would I waste my time trying to convince them?

And who should have the money, indeed, if not your wives? They have everything to do with the money. What idea have you, but to waste it! Women waste nothing--they couldn't if they tried, said Aaron Sisson.

What made him most anxious, he told me, was not the big questions—the mercilessness of fate, the possibility of heaven. He was too exhausted, he said, to wrestle with those. But he'd become impatient with the way people wasted their lives, squandered their chances like paychecks.

People waste their happiness—that's what makes me sad. Everyone's so scared to be happy.

People waste their happiness...Everyone's so scared to be happy.

But he'd become impatient with the way people wasted their lives, squandered their chances like paychecks.

No es la vida el desperdicio de muertes infinitas?

I used to thrust papers, things, into my pockets: always had a lot of reading matter about my person somewhere: on ferries, cars, anywhere, I would read, read, read: it's a good habit to get into: have you ever noticed how most people absolutely waste most all their spare time?

I used to thrust papers, things, into my pockets: always had a lot of reading matter about my person somewhere: on ferries, cars, anywhere, I would read, read, read: it's a good habit to get into: have you ever noticed how most people absolutely waste most all their spare time?

Time, yes … We waste it or save it or use it—one would almost think we mastered it instead of the other way around. Yet are all novels really a waste of the precious dimension? Perhaps you underestimate the value of invention.

I spent half my money on gambling, alcohol and wild women. The other half I wasted.

Food in the trash is like the tossed-and-found.

The shoddy work of despair, the pointless work of pride, equally betray Creation. They are wastes of life.

The industrial mind is a mind without compunction; it simply accepts that people, ultimately, will be treated as things and that things, ultimately, will be treated as garbage. (A Defense of the Family Farm, 1986)

The most alarming sign of the state of our society now is that our leaders have the courage to sacrifice the lives of young people in war but have not the courage to tell us that we must be less greedy and less wasteful.

With about half the world's population, cities are responsible for three-quarters of energy consumption and 80 percent of greenhouse gas emissions, and the dispersed city is the most wasteful of them all.

How shall we mourn you who are killed and wasted,sure that you would not die with your work unended,as if the iron scythe in the grass stops for a flower?

The most serious injury is done in childhood. Our cruel waste of the nerve force of children is only more pathetic than it is absurd. The mere business of growing up... which should be a process unconscious or full of joy and rich accumulation, is made by our ignorant mishandling a confusing, irritating, exhausting process, often leaving permanent injuries to the machine, as well as waste of power.

The polychloride plastic bubbled hotly, releasing evil tendrils of carbonized waste floating into the air like fibrous black snowflakes from hell. Maybe the crackpot fundamentalists could use that. When you burned the cursed records, black demons fled into the air, momentarily visible, like a spirit relinquishing possession of a Haitian. Like a soul or animus departing a human corpus at death.

Junk mail, junk food, our society is full of junk living, period.

Everywhere you go, on edges of chairs and window-sills, and piazza-rails and billiard-tables, you see cigars that have been only a little bit smoked; it is dreadful. The proprietor ought to have them ground up and used for English breakfast tea; people would never know the difference.

Willful waste brings woeful want.

Life's a waste of time, time's a waste of life — so let's all get wasted and have the time of our life.