Quotes About Routine

showtime! 6-0-0 the clock said—in my face, first thing

Back to the company. Back to business. Back to the parade of years. Back to the annals. Back to fear.

Don't you guys ever sleep?" "Sleep? What's that? Wait! Yeah! I remember. They used to let me do that when I was in the army. Once a week whether I needed it or not.

There is no man so insecure as a bottom-level functionary in a sinecure he has held for a long time. He's done nothing for so long that nothing is all he can do.

They don't have regular time at school, you know. They have periods. All of a sudden an alarm goes off and you're supposed to drop what you're doing and rush off to a different room with a different teacher to do something completely different! How can anybody learn like that?

everybody else thought it was there because it was supposed

The man or woman who learns to make peace with routine responsibilities and obligations will make the greatest contributions in the long run.

No matter how big or soft or warm your bed is, you still have to get out of it.

So much in writing depends on the superficiality of one's days. One may be preoccupied with shopping and income tax returns and chance conversations, but the stream of the unconscious continues to flow undisturbed, solving problems, planning ahead: one sits down sterile and dispirited at the desk, and suddenly the words come as though from the air: the situations that seemed blocked in a hopeless impasse move forward: the work has been done while one slept or shopped or talked with friends.

Ordinary life goes on--that has saved many a man's reason.

The more unstable life is the less one likes the small details to alter.

In a common situation, I suppose we all behave much alike and use the same words.

Ordinary life goes on - that has saved many a man's reason. Just as in an air-raid it proved impossible to be frightened all the time, so under the bombardment of routine jobs, or chance encounters, of impersonal anxieties, one lost for hours together the personal fear.

The first day one watches to see whether a routine will emerge: it is a routine that makes home.

Ordinary life goes on—that has saved many a man's reason.

She'd done her face, I guessed, in the hasty, automatic way of women who don't need to slap it on like warpaint.

Routine is important, I think. A good routine diverts the mind from morbid imaginings.

Bored with the same type of misery over and over and over again.

Not the smoking. The ritual. Tapping down the pack, my silver lighter, a smoke in the morning, in the car, with a cup of coffee. There was something so soothing about it. Knowing you could count on it. It was always there." She ground out the cigarette

She couldn't face what was really happening. Routine brought comfort.

The one entertainment he allowed himself was a trip to the cheapest cinema, with his workmates, once a week.

I used to have a routine where I would eat a meal during the World Series of Poker. I would play, they would call it a day and I would go work out. I would always order poached salmon with mushrooms and I would dip the salmon into a side of ranch dressing.

I like to wear the same kind of boots that I've worn in training going up to the game so that I've got a feel for the boots.

The problem I used to have is that I would eat in the morning, get busy training, and then maybe I'd have a shake or two throughout the day, but I wouldn't really eat anything. Then, at night, I would just kind of eat a larger meal or two, but by my second training session, I was usually kind of beat up or worn down.