Go often to the house of a friend; for weeds soon choke up the unused path.
Go often to the house of a friend, for weeds soon choke up an unused path.
Don't go to the grave with life unused.
An unused life is an early death.
Everything simple is false. Everything complex is unusable.
Unused rooms are such bad feng shui, really bad energy.
One does not suffer nearly so much from one's inadequacies as from one's unused abilities.
Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.
No matter what his position or experience in life, there is in everyone more latent than developed ability; far more unused than used power.
There's a lot of potential that goes unused in places like South Central L.A., a lot of brilliant, smart people who just don't have that chance to show it.
A trail through the mountains, if used, becomes a path in a short time, but, if unused, becomes blocked by grass in an equally short time.
Boredom is the conviction that you can't change ... the shriek of unused capacities.
The most unknown, unused and unrecognised tool of the human mind, is the recognition that attitude is always a choice.
Laughter relieves us of superfluous energy, which, if it remained unused, might become negative, that is, poison. Laughter is the antidote.
Returning to life was not easy, for joy had to find its long unused paths again.
A solitary, unused to speaking of what he sees and feels, has mental experiences which are at once more intense and less articulate than those of a gregarious man.
All that is important is this one moment in movement. Make the moment important, vital, and worth living. Do not let it slip away unnoticed and unused.
Program your life the way you want it to be: don't waste the unuse energy that lodges in the matrix of your soul. You are transcendent, be a superintendent.
Joanna points her camera at a section of society unused to having cameras pointed at it. But I don't know about categorizing them in terms of class; I'm a bit wary of that. My dad is the son of a shipbuilder.
Milena's eyes seemed to go hot and heavy. Praise made her heartsick; she was so unused to it, and needed it so badly.
...it’s not just the person who fills a house, it’s their I’ll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.
