Laziness works. And the simple way to incorporate its health benefits into your life is simply to take a nap.
Laziness. Unwarranted repose of manner in a person of low degree.
Lazy Lob and crazy Cob are weaving webs to wind me. I am far more sweet than other meat, but still they cannot find me! Here am I, naughty little fly; you are fat and lazy. You cannot trap me, though you try, in your cobwebs crazy.
Lazy and indifferent the heron returns; the sky veils her stars; then bares them.
Lazy breathing converts the lungs, literally and figuratively speaking, into a cemetery for the deposition of diseased, dying and dead germs as well as supplying an ideal haven for the multiplication of other harmful germs.
Lazy doesn't exist. Lazy is a symptom of something else. The person who can't get up off their butt is just a person who's depressed. It's usually a pervasive lack of self-worth, or a feeling of helplessness.
Lazy hands make a man poor, but diligent hands bring wealth.
Lazy journalists, they'll read stuff and get a quote then ask the same question again hoping I'll say a similar thing; it's very tiresome.
Lazy people are always anxious to be doing something.
Lazy people tend not to take chances, but express themselves by tearing down other's work.
Lazy poets try to elicit a reader's response with words designed to tug at the heart.
Lazy reviewers look up other people's reviews and they write the same thing, so you get people writing crap based on crap.
Lazy thinking is not creative or productive.
LazyTown' is not a TV property, but a lifestyle brand for children.
Le Cardinal's conclusion suprised him. L'Arche produced a collective intelligence that was greater than the sum of its parts; interaction between the able and the disabled produced points of view that were more sophisticated than either group reported on its own.
Le Carre's voice -- patrician, cold, brilliant and amused -- was perfect for the wilderness-of-mirrors undertow of the Cold War, and George Smiley is the all-time harassed bureaucrat of spy fiction.
Le Chiffre was serving a wonderful purpose, a really vital purpose, perhaps the best and highest purpose of all. By his evil existence, which foolishly I have helped to destroy, he was creating a norm of badness by which, and by which alone, an opposite norm of goodness could exist. We were privileged, in our short knowledge of him, to see and estimate his wickedness and we emerge from the acquaintanceship better and more virtuous men.
Le Cirque at first was one of those general French restaurants in town, which were cooking more or less the same food. At Le Cirque, I wanted to do something different while respecting the foundation of the restaurant. I did that through the menu.
Le Cirque is strictly New York people. New York people don't eat at home; New York people go out.