A Quote by Stephen Hawking

I have so much that I want to do. I hate wasting time. — © Stephen Hawking
I have so much that I want to do. I hate wasting time.
I hate wasting time.
I hate wasting people's time.
Why do I ask for directions? Because I hate wasting time.
Anybody that pays attention to hate really is wasting their time. I don't subscribe. I don't buy in.
There's no good way to waste your time. Wasting time is just wasting time.
I hate wasting time getting dressed. I like to put something on and just think, 'Yes. That's it.'
The left's propulsion is hate, and they have to have an outlet for the hate. They hate so much. They hate many elements of America. They hate people that don't think the way they do. It's not just that they disagree, they hate, and this energy requires action. People on the right, they don't hate anybody. We want everybody to get along, when you get right down to it. We're Rodney King types, actually.
There are still many different ways to get stuck, existentially stuck. Feeling like, "This is worthless. I'm wasting my time, and I would be wasting the time of someone who tried to read this." It happens all the time.
I hate wasting time or money and that happens all the time for no good reason, and then people save money by skimping on the important things.
When I was eight, an uncle, great uncle, gave a violin to me, and my father took me off to have lessons. After about six weeks, the violin teacher told my father he was wasting his money, wasting his time, and wasting my time, and it's one of my big regrets.
I wish I could hate you," he said. His voice was light, his mouth curved in an unconcerned half smile, his eyes sick with misery. "I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. Sometimes I do hate you and then I see you and I.
I'm very direct, I don't believe in wasting time, in wasting words.
We told him to get on with it. We liked wasting time, but almost nothing was more annoying than having our wasted time wasted on something not worth wasting it on.
I don't understand my feelings. I really don't. I don't understand how I could hate you so much after so much time. How, no matter how much I'd like to not hate you, I hate you even more. It grows.
If you're wasting time, you're wasting money... and that's just sick.
You don't understand. You've never hated anybody. No, I never have. We're allotted just so much time on earth, and I wouldn't want the Lord to see me wasting mine in any such manner.
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