busy

It is the malady of our age that the young are so busy teaching us that they have no time left to learn.

The man who is intent on making the most of his opportunities is too busy to bother about luck.

People are very busy; they are so busy that when they walk in the crowds they see no one, no one but themselves; they hear no voice, no voice but their own voice!

Never be so busy as not to think of others.

Essential to time-management is a change in focus, a change from being __usy_ to a focus on outcomes

I don't envy "busy." Busy means having a schedule, not living life. What I really covet is leisure and peace of mind. Those who have both, have it all.

Bless you with the curse to remain busy always.

Problem with an old friend who is too busy: he always perceives you as if never changed.

The new disease of our age is being OK doing everything at exactly the same time.

If God places a child before you, and you are too busy to wield either a positive or negative influence...you just did the later! You communicated that the child doesn't matter and isn't important.

If I keep myself busy I don't know how lonely I am. I only know how busy I am.

Be kind to humanity, she is very lonely, everyone is busy with themselves.

Busy in a bus or lacking luck you poke to pluck a pick-up truck. Utterly shocked you choke in the lock and check if you chuck a buck or if you are stuck in the muck. So you should lurk in a day like this in such a murky lucky way. In a day when you don't know if you laugh or cry... Errands wait for those who are late in the busiest day.Such day that defies all your senses and makes you want to fly... To fly away!

Why is it, that no matter how busy we are, we still find time to worry?

- I'm so busy doing what I must do that I don't have time for what I ought to do... and I never get a chance to do what I want to do!- Son, that's universal. The way to keep that recipe from killing you is occasionally to do what you want to do anyhow.

What happened to me? I asked myself. Morris's high, smoky voice took me back to my university years, when I thought rich people were evil, a shirt and tie were prison clothes, and life without freedom to get up and go - motorcycle beneath you, breeze in your face, down the streets of Paris, into the mountains of Tibet - was not a good life at all. What happened to me?

Most of us think we're too busy or too important to rest for a day.

I've heard it said, "If the Devil can't make us really bad, then he'll try to make us really busy.