Quotes About Routine

I liken a life without daily spiritual practice to a house built on sand.

A life that includes daily spiritual practice is a house built on a strong foundation.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume?

The world revolves like ancient women, gathering fuel in vacant lots.

What shall I do now? What shall I do? I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow? What shall we ever do? The hot water at ten. And if it rains, a closed car at four. And we shall play a game of chess, Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

You took your shot. It didn't work out. Now you get to do laundry. That's what life is shaped like.

The only thing I know is that I jump when I'm told to and I have no free time.

We've got to stop meeting like this." "No, we don't." He liked meeting like this, over her bare ass, a hot-off-the-presses copy of the Rocky Mountain News, and a steaming cup of coffee. It was so perfect, he planned on doing it every day for the rest of his life. He just hadn't told her yet.

when you sow a thought, you reap an action. When you repeat an action, you develop a habit. When you maintain a habit, you create a character.

During meals, I was taught table manners, and I was not allowed to twirl my fork around over my head. The only time I could revert back to autism was for one hour after lunch. The rest of the day, I had to live in a nonrocking, nontwirling world.

When things don't change, their sameness becomes an accretion. That is why all society puts on flesh. Succumbs to the cubicles and begins to fill them.

And why are we least conscious when doing something most habitual? Certainly this seesawing relationship between consciousness and actions is something that any theory of consciousness must explain.

What's your usual gig?" "Physical fitness coach. I find it rather humdrum. Your assignment will be a welcome break in the quotidian ennui.

We've about come to the end of the line in this friendly enemies routine. Fair warning.

Vivian had hoped her father would be in bed by the time she arrived home, but she was never lucky where he was concerned. The wine shop was closed, of course, but the lights were still on in their two

I always do that, pick a spot the first day and never move. What does that say about me? Boring and predictable.

so I pulled out my phone, checked my dinner spreadsheet—the one I always completed Sunday night with attached recipes and exact nutritional value.

Mostly though, they waited. For the mail. For the news. For the bells. For breakfast and lunch and dinner. For one day to be over and the next day to begin.

It was a day like a thousand others, she said. It had begun with caffeine and ended in a desire to slam her head into the drawer of her desk.

By the way, I'm not usually attracted to danger," I said. "Up until now I've led a pretty boring life." "Boredom is good!" Dr. Rasman looked pleased. "Boredom is why God invented books. Are you still in your book club?

Habits...the only reason they persist is that they are offering some satisfaction...You allow them to persist by not seeking any other, better form of satisfying the same needs. Every habit, good or bad, is acquired and learned in the same way - by finding that it is a means of satisfaction.

For me, habit is just a synonym for death.

hasta lo inesperado acaba en costumbre cuando se ha aprendido a soportar.