A Quote by Phyllis Chesler

Time is life. Anyone who wastes my time is killing me. Please don't! — © Phyllis Chesler
Time is life. Anyone who wastes my time is killing me. Please don't!
Among the aimless, unsuccessful or worthless, you often hear talk about 'killing time.' The man who is always killing time is really killing his own chances in life. While the man who is destined to success is the man who makes time live by making it useful.
I never read to kill time. Killing time is like killing someone's wife or a child. There is nothing more precious for me than time.
Killing time. Its a very crass and breezy expression when you ponder it for a moment, considering that time, after all, is killing us.
No matter how much time you've wasted in the past, you still have all of tomorrow. Success depends upon using it wisely by planning and setting priorities. The fact is, time is worth more than money, and by killing time we are killing our own chances for success.
Time, time, time, see what's become of me, While I looked around, For my possibilities; I was so hard to please
I believe that anyone who flies in an airplane and doesn't spend most of his time looking out the window wastes his money.
I'm killing time while I wait for life to shower me with meaning and happiness.
Do something instead of killing time. Because time is killing you.
Beware of anyone who tries to please you all the time.
I deny the fact that when I kill time, time is actually killing me
It's a time in my life that I'm glad it's behind me. I've had time to reflect on the whole thing. I want to talk about it one time and kind of lay it to rest. I'm ready to put it behind me. I've learned my lesson. I don't recommend the experience I had to anyone, really. It's not something that was fun. It's not a destination you would choose.
I have not been able to discover whether there exists a precise French equivalent for the common Anglo-American expression 'killing time.' It's a very crass and breezy expression, when you ponder it for a moment, considering that time, after all, is killing us.
I didn't want to say "No" because I didn't want people to think I'm not nice. And that, to me, has been the greatest lesson of my life: to recognize that I am solely responsible for it, and not trying to please other people, and not living my life to please other people, but doing what my heart says all the time.
Time isn't a commodity, something you pass around like cake. Time is the substance of life. When anyone asks you to give your time, they're really asking for a chunk of your life.
Musing on the phrase 'waste of time.' So much more complex than it appears. Many 'wastes of time' small talk, daydreaming are imperatives.
One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old.
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