busyness

Those who suffer suffer because hurt people hurt people, and busy people let it happen. So am I going to be busy or am I going to be brave?

The busier you are, the more intentional you must be.

One of the most convicting things I have recently come to realize about Jesus is that He was never, not once, in a hurry.

I wanted to figure out why I was so busy, but I couldn't find the time to do it.

Your busyness cannot stop God's business to save his children.

When you begin to relinquish your ego, you will no longer feel compelled to prove to people how busy you are in an attempt to validate your sense of worth.

Full minds create chaos.

I understand our mornings can be busy; however, if we cannot make time for God now, then when?

It wasn__ until I slowed the car and rolled down the windows that I realized I spend most of my days driving __hrough_ life without driving __n_ life. So, I__e decided to walk because the pace is slower and the windows are always down.

Busy hands achieve more than idle tongues.

The worst fear of the race yes, the world suddenly transformed into a senseless nightmare, horrible dissolution of things. Nothing compares, even oblivion is a sweet dream. You understand why, of course. Why this peculiar threat. These brooding psyches, all the busy minds everywhere. I hear them buzzing like flies in the blackness. I see them as glow worms flitting in the blackness. They are struggling, straining every second to keep the sky above them, to keep the sun in the sky, to keep the dead in the earth-to keep all things, so to speak, where they belong. What an undertaking! What a crushing task! Is it any wonder that they are all tempted by a universal vice, that in some dark street of the mind a single voice whispers to one and all, softly hissing, and says: 'Lay down your burden.' Then thoughts begin to drift, a mystical magnetism pulls them this way and that, faces start to change, shadows speak... sooner or later the sky comes down, melting like wax. But as you know, everything has not yet been lost: absolute terror has proved its security against this fate. Is it any wonder that these beings carry on the struggle at whatever cost?

Finally, everybody agrees that no one pursuit can be successfully followed by a man who is preoccupied with many things__loquence cannot, nor the liberal studies__ince the mind, when distracted, takes in nothing very deeply, but rejects everything that is, as it were, crammed into it. There is nothing the busy man is less busied with than living: there is nothing that is harder to learn.

Pain is a crucial part of our reality; it awakens a person from a mental stupor. A person must never be afraid to discover where their pain originates, follow pain to where it emanates from, learn from its messages, and reject the mindless business and busyness of contemporary culture in order to fuel an artistic vision of the self.

Take all those things that would propose to be important, and weigh them upon the scale of your soul. Asking how much each thing actually impacts, not just the moment, but the years ahead. Discard all that is trivial masquerading as significant, and reserve your days for those things that truly matter.

The deep love that is born of friendship can too easily become stagnant when life becomes busy.

If you are too busy to love, you are too busy to live; if you are too busy to live, you are too busy to love.

There__ more to life than increasing its speed.

Some times things just fall off your plate.