busy

Had it not been for "Nightline," Morrie would have died without ever seeing me again. I had no good excuse for this, except the one that everyone these days seems to have. I had become too wrapped up in the siren song of my life. I was busy.

The smell of the sweat is not sweet, but the fruit of the sweat is very sweet.

We, in the interest of the so-called progress, have been persuaded to leave the production and at times the cooking of our food to companies whose owners and employees make a living by exploiting our busyness or laziness and our innate hunger to continue living.

When we get too caught up in the busyness of the world, we lose connection with one another - and ourselves.

Being busy does not always mean real work. The object of all work is production or accomplishment and to either of these ends there must be forethought, system, planning, intelligence, and honest purpose, as well as perspiration. Seeming to do is not doing.

The bed is just a decoration in a busy man's bedroom.

Technology sometimes encourages people to confuse busyness with effectiveness.

We need to make sure that we never get too busy with life that we don__ have time to live.

Too often, we miss out on opportunities in this life because we were too busy waiting for them to fall into our lap that we missed them tapping on our shoulder.

You cannot prove your worth by bylines and busyness.

When people say they're too busy, ask them If they'll have time to die, and see If dead's gonna give a damn.

The worlds high on doing and distracting and as result we need to keep doing and it doesn__ really matter what we are doing, as long as it is distracting.

We all have the same 24/7. What we do with our time becomes our priority. Choose what you do with your time and do not lead a life by default

I distrust the perpetually busy, always have. The frenetic ones spinning in tight little circles like poisoned rats. The slower ones, grinding away their fourscore and ten in righteousness and pain. They are the soul-eaters.

Build your novel one word at a time. Remember that minutes = novels.

Busyness chokes deep thinking.

Approaching the Start of Civil ExamsPerhaps I was once a young Chinese scholarapproaching the start of civil exams,my mind grown weary and sad from seclusionwith books on syntax and poetic style.All that I knew were the mist-covered mountainsand sweet white blossoms of mountain applesthat grew in the valleys of my province.But I had been gone over six yearsbusy with studies in the Heavenly Cityempty and thin despite my work.I showed my verses to an older poetwho told me a truth I longed to believe:all knowledge is futile and barrenwhich does not open the love of your friends.