Quotes About Wasted

What T. S. Eliot said: When all is said and done the writer may realize that he has wasted his youth and wrecked his health for nothing.

What use is it to him now that he was such a good mathematician at school?

I was leading, and already I missed not working and I felt the death loneliness that comes at the end of every day that is wasted in your life.

and I felt the death loneliness that comes at the end of every day that is wasted in your life

I felt the death loneliness that comes at the end of every day that is wasted in your life

No more memories, no more silent tears. No more gazing across the wasted years. Help me say goodbye.

They were connoisseurs of boredom. They savoured the various bouquets of the subtly differentiated boredoms which rose from the long, wasted hours at the dead end of night.

It's the most extraordinary and saddest thing, the amount of talent out there not being seen.

Who can over estimate the progress of the world if all the money wasted in superstition could be used to enlighten, elevate and civilize mankind?

action in an absence of information is wasted effort

She carried the burn of the sun on her body. It was for all of those wasted, dull years.

Little clue: wasted on me." "What?" "I'm into girls." "Oh. Oh!" Chu said. "Right. Got it. That's cool. I've got a cousin who's gay. Amy Liu. Know her?" Jennifer laughed. "Oh, sure. I'll just look her up in the Big Book of Lesbians. We get a copy of that with the purchase of our first flannel shirt.

All I mean is that I left too much of me unfinished because I wasted too much time."--

Oh, this journey! It was two hours cut clean out of his life; two hours in which he might have done so much, so much—written the perfect poem, for example

Oh, this journey! It was two hours cut clean out of his life; two hours in which he might have done so much, so much—written the perfect poem, for example, or read the one illuminating book.

If the alliance fell apart, years of careful planning and difficult political negotiations with Russia's strange bedfellows would be wasted.

The millions and millions of corpses, the wasted lives that communism left behind as testament to its main accomplishment, were enough to give any sane believer pause. There were some true believers left, like the British historian Eric Hobsbawm, but the world generally reacted to them with the incredulity deserved for a person standing on top of a pile of corpses promising that with just a few more deaths he could make the whole thing right.

Targeted advertising of this kind is often held up as the quintessence of a scientific approach. But again, at least some of those consumers, and possibly many of them, would have bought the products anyway. As a result, the ads were just as wasted on them as they were on consumers who saw the ads and weren't interested.

Misery is wasted on the miserable.

I have not wasted life, but life hath wasted me.

There is no humiliation worse than the consciousness of a wasted life. It stains the spirit, forestalls hope, and destroys any motive for action or change.

The torments of his mind and the severe penance he had observed, had produced a surprising change in his appearance, so that he resembled a spectre rather than a human being. His visage was wan and wasted, his eyes were sunk and become nearly motionless, and his whole air and attitudes exhibited the wild energy of something — not of this earth.

Oh, there are unrepeated words, Who ever said wasted more than he should. Inexhaustible only is the blue Of sky and generosity of God.

The more I ponder a bright post–self-loathing future, the less possible—the less allowable—it seems. Thus since I surely have no future—because I deserve no future—I have just the past. Which I wasted hating myself. Which I regret. The brighter a putative post–self-loathing future seems, the worse my past appears, thus more regrettable. Self-loathing taught me this.