Quotes About Routine

A couple drinks. A couple aspirin. Repeat.

People had been working for so many years to make the world a safe, organized place. Nobody realized how boring it would become. With the whole world property-lined and speed-limited and zoned and taxed and regulated, with everyone tested and registered and adressed and recorded. Nobody had left much room for adventure, except maybe the kind you could buy. [...] The laws that keep us safe, these same laws condemn us to boredom.

You do the job you're trained to do. Pull a lever. Push a button. You don't understand any of it, and then you just die.

My gold­fish and me, both of us are just here swim­ming in one place.

Then all you can do is get lost in the tiny de­tails of ev­ery day do­ing the same tasks over and over.

A different toothbrush waits in every time zone.

When you travel a lot, you learn to pack the same for every trip. Six white shirts, two black trousers. The bare minimum you need to survive.

With all the lit­tle facts we learned, we nev­er had the time to think. None of us ev­er con­sid­ered what life would be like clean­ing up af­ter a stranger ev­ery day. Wash­ing dish­es all day. Feed­ing a stranger's chil­dren. Mow­ing a lawn. All day. Paint­ing hous­es. Year af­ter year.

We were all so wor­ried about our worst fears, squeez­ing frogs, eat­ing worms, poi­sons, as­bestos, we nev­er con­sid­ered how bor­ing life would be even if we suc­ceed­ed and got a good job.

Some people are night people. Some people are day people. I could only work a day job.

That's why the bran muffins and the colonoscopies.

Gdy siedzÄ™ w korku, serce bije mi z normalnÄ… szybkoÅ›ciÄ…. Nie jestem sam. UtknÄ…wszy tam, mogÄ™ uchodzi? za normalnego czÅ'owieka, który wraca do ?ony i dzieci, który ma dom. MogÄ™ udawa?, ?e moje ?ycie jest czymÅ› wiÄ™cej ni? tylko czekaniem na kolejnÄ… katastrofÄ™. Å»e wiem, jak funkcjonowa?. Tak samo, jak dzieci bawiÄ… siÄ™ w dom.

They always knew the phase of the moon, but seldom the day of the week.

The dreaming world, they'd think we were crazy. Those people still in bed, they'd be asleep another hour, then washing their faces, under their arms, and between their legs, before going to the same work they did every day. Living that same life, every day.

I am profoundly vanilla.

praising God is just such a safe thing to do. You don't even have to give it any thought.

Imagine how you'd feel if your whole life turned into a job you couldn't stand. No, everybody

Every day: Wear sunblock. Cover your gray. Don't go insane. Eat less fats and sugars. Do more sit-ups. Don't start forgetting stuff. Trim the hair in your ears. Take calcium. Moisturize. Every day. Freeze time to stay in one place forever. Do not get frigging old. She

Nós todos assistimos aos mesmos programas de TV. Ouvimos as mesmas coisas no rádio, conversamos sobre os mesmos assuntos uns com os outros. Não há mais novidades. É tudo mais do mesmo. Reprises.

You wake up at SeaTac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.

The mind becomes accustomed to things by the habitual sight of them, and neither wonders nor inquires about the reasons for things it sees all the time.

What he sees often, he does not wonder at, even if he does not know why it is. If something happens which he has not seen before, he thinks it a prodigy.

A life of usefulness, literature and religion, was not by any means a life of event.

My everyday Appleton life, my phones calls to my father, my occasional beers with friends, my Saturday-morning jobs around the reservoir - what was all that, but the opiated husk of a life, the treadmill of the ordinary, a cage built of convention and consumerism and obligation and fear, in which I'd lolled for decades, oblivious, like a lotus eater, as my body aged and time advanced?