Quotes About Routine

I consider going to Bamboo House and drinking myself horizontal, but that's what I always do, and where has it gotten me? Pretty much where I am now—standing in a hallway talking to myself about things and people I don't understand anymore.

They turn up at the same time of the year, every year, like garrulous relatives you wished lived just a little further away.

The goddamn Air Force was probably taking a coffee break. That's how they worked—like union bus-drivers—most of the time. Six or seven hours of flight time (not to exceed this or that altitude, of course), and then it was bye-bye for a didy change, a nap, and a cup of cocoa.

On the calendar, all the days look the same, but they do not carry the same weight.

Morning plus coffee equals comfort, or some nonsensical equation.

Rutin, belirli bir noktada zararl? hale gelmeye baÅŸlar. Çünkü insanoÄŸlu kendi çabas? üzerindeki kontrolünü yitirir; çal??ma zaman? üzerindeki kontrolün yitmesi ise insan?n zihnen öldüÄŸü anlam?na gelir.

Knot the tie and go to work. Unknot the tie and go to sleep.

I am come to a tavern alone to eat a steak, after which I shall return to the office.

We toil after goals, most of them—indeed every single one of them—of transitory significance and, having gained one of them, we immediately set forth for the next, as if that one had never been, with this next one being essentially more of the same. Look at a busy street any day, and observe the throng going hither and thither. To what? Some office or shop, where the same things will be done today as were done yesterday, and are done now so they may be repeated tomorrow…

The soul shrinksFrom all that it is about to remember,From the punctual rape of every blessèd day,And cries,"Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry,Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steamAnd clear dances done in the sight of heaven."

I found that joy can be acquired like a habit, in the same way as a folded sheet of paper falls naturally into the same fold.

She had found in the past that a voluptuously long, hot shower cold be made to seem almost as health-giving as a night's sleep; she had learned too that taking exquisite pains over the selection and putting-on of clothes could sometimes be as good a way as any of helping the hours to pass.

The sprinklers whirled at dusk on every lawn and the television droned in every living room. A woman's only son came home insane, confronting her with God only knew what agonies of grief and guilt, and still she busied herself with the doings of the zoning board, with little chirrups of neighborly good cheer and cardboard boxes full of garden plants.

while the teletypes chugged and rang and the Wall Street tickers ticked and everybody around me argued baseball, until it was mercifully time to go home.

She says you're not awake until you're actually out of bed and standing up.

Sydney was an efficient person, and that extended to showers as well. Me? You could have conducted full demolition and remodeling in the time it took me to shower.

DAY 7 Thinking about My Purpose POINT TO PONDER: It's all for him. VERSE TO REMEMBER: "For everything comes from God alone. Everything lives by his power, and everything is for his glory." ROMANS 11:36 (LB) QUESTION TO CONSIDER: Where in my daily routine can I become more aware of God's glory?

Our habits control our lives. We shape our habits; then our habits shape us.

Today we often feel we must "get away" from our daily routine in order to worship God, but that is only because we haven't learned to practice his presence all the time. Brother Lawrence found it easy to worship God through the common tasks of life; he didn't have to go away for special spiritual retreats.

Never stop. Truly, never stop. Keep cleaning, cooking, chopping your own wood. Go on walks with the dog. Dig in your garden. We are meant to be busy. Idle hands do the Devil's work.

I had the most boring office job in the world...I used to clean the windows on envelopes.

Never get out of bed, never go to the window, and never look behind the curtain.

Mr. Bucket was the only person in the family with a job. He worked in a toothpaste factory, where he sat all day long at a bench and screwed the little caps onto the tops of the tubes of toothpaste after the tubes had been filled.

normal's the watchword