#recycling

Increasing recycling in Delaware is an idea whose time has come and, if put off, may not come again. ↗

— Ruth Ann Minner

#come #delaware #idea #increasing #may

I love to work. When I was a kid, I would invite my friends over to play, then I would take them over to a recycling plant and we would haul glass all day. They hated me for this, but I thought it was fun. ↗

— James Marsters

#day #friends #fun #glass #hated

Recycle. Don’t just bike around the block once, make sure those garbage cans are burning thoroughly. ↗

— Bauvard

#humor #recycling #funny

When faced with the inevitable fatigue that comes with the recycling of speeches and the recycling of thoughts in a rather small stream of vortex, I am urged to not be ashamed of recycling. ↗

— Barbara Amiel

#ashamed #comes #faced #fatigue #i

We live in a disposable society. It's easier to throw things out than to fix them. We even give it a name - we call it recycling. ↗

— Neil LaBute

#disposable #easier #even #fix #give

On the one hand, we're constantly told about recycling and cutting back, and on the other hand we have to buy the next gadget that comes along three weeks after the last one you bought. It's absolutely insane. We've been suckered into buying and buying and upgrading and upgrading. We're being given two very different mantras at the moment, I think. ↗

— Martin Freeman

#absolutely #after #along #back #been

The more you focus on sex without love, and drugs and violence, lifestyle of intimidation and recycling, the less energy you spend on opening up the big tent. ↗

— Jesse Jackson

#energy #focus #intimidation #less #lifestyle

In the draft plan, we're looking at recycling 20 percent of our garbage by 2010. ↗

— Michael E. Mann

#garbage #looking #our #percent #plan

Obviously, it gave me a chance to see Barcelona. I won't deny that. But I also had a chance to see something in another country in terms of recycling and reusing nuclear material. ↗

— Ed Pastor

#another #barcelona #chance #country #deny

It was Sunday, and Mumma had gone next door with Lena and the little ones. Under the pepper tree in the yard Pa was sorting, counting, the empty bottles he would sell back: the bottles going clink clink as Pa stuck them in the sack. The fowls were fluffing in the dust and sun: that crook-neck white pullet Mumma said she would hit on the head if only she had the courage to; but she hadn't. ↗

— Patrick White

#children #fathers #fowls #mothers #recycling