Quotes About Routine

Each day was very much like any other day, because they were alone so much that nothing ever disturbed them.

What good was it? That was the question she would like to know. What the hell good was it. All the plans she had made, and the music. When all that came of it was this trap--the store, then home to sleep, and back at the store again.

The three of them sat at the kitchen table, saying the same things over and over, so that by August the words began to rhyme with each other and sound strange.

An army post in peacetime is a dull place. Things happen, but then they happen over and over again.

Todos los días eran iguales para ellos, porque estaban tan solos que nada les estorbaba

My formula for life is very simple: in the morning, wake up; at night, go to sleep. In between I try and occupy myself as best I can.

My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best I can.

Lo cotidiano, lo ordinario, lo mundano es lo que mantiene el motor en marcha. Qué extraordinario es lo ordinario en realidad, una herramienta que todos usamos para seguir adelante, una pauta para la cordura.

Every morning I rise when it is pitch black outside (and you know it's not natural to be up if the sun couldn't even be bothered to get up)

We grab a quick few minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks, we watch the clock, we live by appointments.

Steven awoke to his alarm ringing at seven a.m. Waking up, the first disappointment of every day, was as usual followed by its faithful friend, dread.

Tomó un sorbo de té. Ah, las maravillas del mágico té. La respuesta a todos los pequeños problemas de la vida. Tenías un cotilleo y preparabas una taza de té, te despedían del trabajo y tomabas una taza de té, tu marido te decía que tenía un tumor cerebral y tomabas una taza de té…

Another piece of advice is not to make a big deal out of coming and going. If you share excited energy when you come and go, it only feeds an anxious mind.

The only noticeable thing was that he would come home much earlier than usual, maybe four in the afternoon instead of the usual eight or nine. He said he didn't want me coming home from school to an empty house, though he didn't actually spend any more time with me.

I'm completely recipe-bound. Everything has to be prepped and laid out in separate bowls with a Do Not Disturb sign on the door. I've no flair.

We rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb.

I love anything by Sisley for face and Lancaster for body.

The land of embarrassment and breakfast.

I get to work at about 7:30 or 8 unless I have a breakfast meeting.

When you work alone at home, time can become shapeless. There are no eleven o'clock meetings or afternoon coffee breaks. The light outside may clue me in to what part of the day it is, but if all is going well, the hours bleed together.

I'll grab coffee with my wife and daughter and then am in the office around 9 or 10. From there, I usually have about 8 hours of meetings.

I do live a very Hugh Beaumont existence. I'm up every morning, taking my kids to school and all that, which obviously does interest me. But then it's taking meetings with goofballs and auditioning for crap, and then I spend a lot of time on the road.

I like to have prolonged blocks of time where I don't have meetings scheduled.

When I left rugby and bought my first commercial gym membership it was a shock to the system. I went in there and saw people training and thought 'I've got to get out of here and get in a proper gym.'