Quotes About Routine

As you live your day so you craft your life. Just take care of your days and a great life will take care of itself.

My many years of conservative legal world, doing the same things every day with the same people who thought the same thoughts every day had filled my cup to the brim. My wife Jenny was always telling me that we should be meeting new people and exploring new things.

Find your series of practices, perform them with consistency. And then go out into this beautiful world of ours and shine.

I did it all mechanically. Mechanically, as in without thought, as in through force of habit, as in instinctively, automatically, involuntarily. Mechanically, as in like-a-machine.

Things never look better in the morning. How could they, when nothing ever changes?

The "Solve It" Question When taking the Solve It step, you should ask: What else can I do? Asking this over and over is the key to making progress. Repeatedly asking, What else can I do? forces you to drill down through any obstacles to find solutions, solutions that are often buried deep in the rich soil of innovation and creativity, solutions that almost always lurk below the surface of your easygoing, everyday, even routine way of thinking.

I collapsed into the chair. I am what might be called a slow starter. I tend to recapitulate phylogeny every morning. Basic desires inched their ways through my gray matter to close a connection. Slowly, I extended a cold-blooded member and clicked my talons against a couple of numbers. I croaked my desire for food and lots of coffee to the voice that responded. Half an hour later I would only have growled. Then I staggered off to the place of flowing waters to renew my contact with basics.

finding a singular travel experience doesn't require heroism so much as a simple change of mind-set. The reason so many travelers become frustrated while visiting world-famous destinations is that they are still playing by the rules of home, which "reward" you for following set routines and protocols.

He must have felt that his own health would be jeopardized if he varied his rituals.

that favored stability over innovation, predictability over experimentation

I think of the limitations that specialness requires: doing a series of very unspecial things, very well, over and over (...) (P223)

Stanislavsky wrote that the difficult will become easy and the easy habitual, so that the habitual my become beautiful. (P224)

The only thing he had bought for the house was a gold-colored filter cone for Leon's old coffee machine. He figured it was easier than always running to the store to buy the paper kind. Ten past four that morning, he filled it with coffee from a can and added water and set the machine going. Rinsed out a mug at the sink and set it on the counter, ready.

Plus paranoid. You can bet they did the exact same things on eighteen and twenty. Which would make their buffer zones virtually impregnable.

He left home early, as he always did, six days a week, fifty weeks a year. A cautious breakfast, appropriate to a short round man aiming to stay in shape through his forties. A long walk down the carpeted corridors of a lakeside house appropriate to a man who earned a thousand dollars on each of those three hundred days he worked. A thumb on the button of the garage-door

Wiley was waking up, in his bedroom, the same place he had woken up for the last three months. In his rented apartment on the waterfront. The new development. A village within the city. But not really. It was actually a giant dormitory, full of incurious people who rushed in and out in the dark, and slept the few hours between. He had never seen his neighbors, and as far as he knew they had never seen him. Perfect. He

comfortable, in its accustomed

You know you've got a problem when baristas greet you by name. You know you've got another problem when it's the warmest social interaction of your day.

Yes, yes sir—routine is worry's sly assassin.

Do you know who is up at four in the morning? Dairy farmers. Paperboys. Lunatics.

Yes, that's it! Said the Hatter with a sigh, it's always tea time.

but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

I daresay you haven't had much practice. When I was your age I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes, I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

And never, never, dear madam, put 'Wednesday' simply as the date! That way madness lies!