I was wasting my time, praying for love. For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.
There are more than enough to fight and oppose; why waste good time fighting the people you like?
Know where to find the sunrise and sunset times and note how the sky looks at those times, at least once.
Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.
Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.
Our time is so specialised that we have people who know more and more or less and less.
People have had the idea to do a '90s alternative tour for a long time. I didn't come up with that; I was the first guy to basically say it was time.
You can time a part perfectly and play it badly. And some people have very individual offbeat timing, which is their own. It works simply because they are who they are.
I'd rather have less time than I think, than less think than I have time.
It is much the best way... to lay the emphasis on the first part of the bar in triple time, and on the first and third parts of the bar in common time.
Emigration, forced or chosen, across national frontiers or from village to metropolis, is the quintessential experience of our time.
In a time when it is common for chefs to simply reproduce the innovations of others, the few who speak for themselves through their food become the skilled artists of their time.
I'm too lazy and I like food and I like my free time too much to spend it working out!
For a long time, I couldn't even afford food and clothing. I climbed from the very bottom of the society.
Analysis gave me great freedom of emotions and fantastic confidence. I felt I had served my time as a puppet.
It is high time that the Palestinian people restore their freedom and independence. It is high time that the decades, the long decades of suffering and pain would stop.
I sang for my family. And I think probably the first time I sang and got paid for it, I was about 6 or 7.
I'm starting to judge success by the time I have for myself, the time I spend with family and friends. My priorities aren't amending; they're shifting.
By the time I was 5, I was already an outcast. It was the early 1960s, and I was part of the only Jewish family in a decidedly Christian suburb of Waltham, Mass.
I wasn't being followed around by paparazzi all the time. I was able to be a kid and spend that time with my family and not grow up too quickly.
Super-Earths are how we call a family of planets... up to two times larger and about ten times more massive than the Earth.
