1 and I am in a hurry, I have no time to waste.
2 The landlady has gone out, and it's waste of time to shout like that.
3 It's for you, for you, Sofya Semyonovna, and please don't waste words over it.
4 If Avdotya Romanovna does not accept it, I shall waste it in some more foolish way.
5 And running to Sonia she flung her wasted arms round her and held her as in a vise.
Crime and Punishment By Fyodor DostoevskyContextHighlight In PART 5: CHAPTER III 6 Nearly ten of the twenty roubles, given by Raskolnikov for Marmeladov's funeral, were wasted upon it.
7 He doesn't jeer at things, not because he hasn't the wit, but as though he hadn't time to waste on such trifles.
8 Sonia fell upon her, flung her arms about her, and remained motionless with her head pressed to the dead woman's wasted bosom.
9 His head felt rather dizzy; a sort of savage energy gleamed suddenly in his feverish eyes and his wasted, pale and yellow face.
10 Her pale, yellow, wasted face dropped back, her mouth fell open, her leg moved convulsively, she gave a deep, deep sigh and died.
11 But instead of rapping on the pan, Katerina Ivanovna began clapping her wasted hands, when she made Lida and Kolya dance and Polenka sing.
12 Her wasted consumptive face looked more suffering than ever, and indeed out of doors in the sunshine a consumptive always looks worse than at home.
13 Afterwards I understood that that would never come to pass, that men won't change and that nobody can alter it and that it's not worth wasting effort over it.
14 He became aware of someone standing on the right side of him; he looked and saw a tall woman with a kerchief on her head, with a long, yellow, wasted face and red sunken eyes.
15 "Nobody asks you for these personal details, sir, we've no time to waste," Ilya Petrovitch interposed roughly and with a note of triumph; but Raskolnikov stopped him hotly, though he suddenly found it exceedingly difficult to speak.
16 The agonised, wasted, consumptive face, the parched blood-stained lips, the hoarse voice, the tears unrestrained as a child's, the trustful, childish and yet despairing prayer for help were so piteous that everyone seemed to feel for her.
Crime and Punishment By Fyodor DostoevskyContextHighlight In PART 5: CHAPTER III