Wasted
['weɪstɪd] or ['westɪd]
Definition
(imp. & p. p.) of Waste
Editor: Lucia
Examples
- If he has any expectations it is due to the fact that I have never wasted money, and I do not propose to begin to do so now. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Pleasure not known beforehand is half wasted; to anticipate it is to double it. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- Her half-brother had now ample means again, but what with debts and what with new madness wasted them most fearfully again. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- The man was beset by friends who told him he was mad to continue the chase, and that his undoubted talents in other lines were being wasted. Rupert S. Holland. Historic Inventions.
- And when Miss Caroline entered she was encountered in the middle of the chamber by a tall, thin, wasted figure, who took both her hands. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Look upon this damosel; note her wasted form, her halting step, her bloomless cheeks where youth should blush and happiness exult in smiles! Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- Yet in some ways I feel that yesterday has not been wasted. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- Mr. Luker wasted no more words on him. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- Our inspection was not wasted. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- It struck me that his hand looked wasted like his face. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- Your time in Cambridge will certainly be wasted. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Ah, miss, it is a pity you didn't let me know what you were planning, for I would have told you that your pains were wasted. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
- Going up into the hall, there I found the Colonel, wasted, and worn, and old, and shabby, and as wild and as wicked as ever. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- There was not a moment to be wasted on the purely speculative question of Betteredge's conscience. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- Genius is too great an asset to be wasted or misapplied. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
- Under such circumstances the water is said to be hard, and soap used with it is wasted. Bertha M. Clark. General Science.
- There was beauty still in his pale, wasted features; there was earnestness and a sort of sweetness--for he was smiling--in his hollow eyes. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Climbing to a high chamber in a well of houses, he threw himself down in his clothes on a neglected bed, and its pillow was wet with wasted tears. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
- They shan't be wasted,' continued Smangle, turning to Mr. Pickwick. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Time, a very little time, I tell him, will do everything;Marianne's heart is not to be wasted for ever on such a man as Willoughby. Jane Austen. Sense and Sensibility.
- This energy may be wasted, going aside from the point; it may also go against the successful performance of an act. John Dewey. Democracy and Education.
- But, if this inquiry is to go on, time is of too much importance to be wasted in writing. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- The tons of sentiment I have wasted on that unprincipled humbug in my ignorance! Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- They drop also many eggs on the bare ground, which are thus wasted. Charles Darwin. On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection.
- I cannot enjoy delicacies; good things are wasted upon me. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- The whole thing is too problematic; I cannot consent to be the cause of your goodness being wasted. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- The effervescence of boys on the street, wasted and perverted through neglect or persecution, was drained and applied to fine uses. Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
- Those soft blue eyes, and all those natural graces, should not be wasted on the inferior society of Highbury and its connexions. Jane Austen. Emma.
- He wasted thirty-one kings also. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- It was now the sweetest hour of the twenty-four:--Day its fervid fires had wasted, and dew fell cool on panting plain and scorched summit. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
Editor: Lucia