“Our charms depart all on their own, so pluck the bloom.
For if you don't, it meets a wasted doom.”

“Oh, it's — it's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it, you don't need to have anything else; and if you don't have it, it doesn't much matter what else you have. Some women, the few, have charm for all; and most have charm for one. But some have charm for none.”

“Cause now that I can see you,
I don't think you're worth a second glance.
So much for all the promises you made, they served you well
and now you're gone and they're wasted on me.
So much for your endearing sense of charm, it served you well
and now it's gone and you're wasted on me.”

“In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom.”

“You are very amiable, no doubt, but you would be charming if you would only depart.”

“There was so much in you that charmed me that I felt I must tell you something about yourself. I thought how tragic it would be if you were wasted.”

“Life is a waste of time and time is a waste of life, so let's all get wasted and have the time of our lives.”

“No, we fight because we are free men who don't sleep under oppression. We want to restore freedom to our nation, just as you lay waste to our nation. So shall we lay waste to yours.”

“You know the wild flowers suit your hair:
Place hands full of the purple bloom
Of loosestrife, glad of such soft doom,
And tender-toned narcissus there”

“Don't waste the Earth - It is our Jewel!”