Quotes About Routine

Miller had gone off on some affairs of his own, as he always did when the routine at Bryant's was interrupted, for he was a selfish dog who hated any break in his habits.

I put Post-It notes everywhere to remind me of everything. I stick a ton of them on my computer monitor, telephone, and wallet. The problem now is that there are so many of them that my mind has blocked them all out. So I now need Post-It notes to remind me to look at my Post-It notes.

Habit with him was all the test of truth; It must be right: I've done it from my youth.

All truth is very ordinary.

And the truth is I've always taken very good care of my skin, and always, always worn make-up.

It's ironic how your comfort zone can be tiring sometimes.

The truth is, if anyone saw my home life, I'm pretty sure it would look like other families' around the world. There's a lot of juggling to be done.

Non poté fare altro, naturalmente, che incorniciare le sue frasi in quel modo vuoto e stantio di cui ormai era schiavo. Qualsiasi cosa si provi, nel cuore o nello stomaco, le vecchie abitudini restano radicate. Parole e gesti rispondono a leggi dittatoriali, senza fantasia; un rito spettrale, che nega lo spirito.

It's just that when you're playing in standard tuning all the time," Moore explained, "you're sounding pretty… standard.

Snow, get behind me! Charming shouted as he leaped to his feet. I'll handle this brute. Billy, the teacher cried. This is the twenty-first century, Women don't need the white knight routine anymore. I can fight my own battles.

I ate her cooking for eighteen years, he whispered. You get used to it. Oh yeah, when? I think it happened around the seventeenth year, Henry said.

Compared to the routine, more coarse, carving of the Apostles and Elders, the monstrous rout seems to have been produced by a more expert sculptor, suggesting a scale of value that did not elevate the Divine archetype over the debased animal.

That was the purpose of habit, in my grandfather's view: to render memory unnecessary.

She had long since lost the sense of her dresses and skirts and blouses; they were rote phrases of rayon and cotton that she daily intoned.

He checks with the mandolin man on the roof; there is always a man on the roof with a semiautomatic mandolin.

I do my writing in the morning, now, if the boy will let me, and in the afternoon when I'm not teaching, and sometimes in the evening when I get home from the Alibi Tavern.

Instead he had become immured, by fear and its majordomo, habit...

was squeezed between two large Special Ops officers in the back of a black SUV. It was seven a.m.

thus do strange things cease to be strange upon repetition.

The number of hours women devote to housework has not changed since 1930, despite all the advances. All the vacuum cleaners, washer-dryers, trash compactors, garbage disposals, wash-and-wear fabrics… Why does it still take as long to clean the house as it did in 1930?

She knew she was going to have trouble believing in herself, in the room of her house, and when she glanced over at this new book on her nightstand, stacked atop the one she finished last night, she reached for it automatically, as if reading were the singular and obvious first task of the day, the only viable way to negotiate the transit from sleep to obligation.

Each day was an identical package, and the gorgeousness of them was their perfect resemblance, each to the others. Like a drug, repetition changes the size of things.

We made love that night, for the first time in a month, and though all the moves came off, the central point was missing. I'd suspected it would be that way. Now sex was a succession of details, with a sweet implosion at the end. It was another feature of the regular day.

I'm sure there are people who are content to run errands and report for work on time and wait, with an enlivening eagerness, for the lunch bell. I wish them well. They have, however, never been the subjects of novels, and in all likelihood, will never be.