Quotes About Routine

Curious how people can go on doing the same thing day after day!

I always drink at lunchtime. It helps my imagination.

I wake up in the morning, I do a little stretching exercises, pick up the horn and play.

Nat: Maybe you broke something. Midge: I know. Never fall down, never fall down! Nat: Ah, it's nothing. I fall down every morning. I get up, I have a cup of coffee, I fall down. That's the system. Two years old, you stand up and then BOOM! seventy years later, you fall down again.

I try to write a certain amount each day, five days a week. A rule sometimes broken is better than no rule.

The school-boy doesn't force himself to learn his vocabularies and rules altogether at night, but knows that be must impress them again in the morning.

a year and an instant is equivalent in a monotonous life

A year and an instant are equivalent in a monotonous life.

Each time we find a way to minimize our effort and increase our gain we are making a business deal, even if it is with ourselves. These negotiations are so ingrained in our routine that they are barely noticeable. But the truth is our existence revolves around profit.

I do a lot of counting. Cigarette butts, trees, fence slats, clouds, or the number of paving stones between one phone pole and the next, the windows along the way to the bus stop in the morning, the pedestrians I see from the bus between one stop and the next, red ties on an afternoon in the city. How many steps from the office to the factory gate. I count to keep the world in order, I said. Paul

Travel ends and routine begins and old habits which you thought you had left behind in one country catch up with you in the next, and old problems resurface, but if you are lucky you carry as part of your baggage the means of solving those problems and accommodating those habits, and you take with you an open mind and discretion, and common sense; if you have those with you, you can manage anywhere.

life's work over, rural ennui stretching ahead: a procession of days, Sunday to Sunday, all without shape.

Without their regular feasts, the faithful are unstrung from the calendar, awash in a sea of days that are all the same.

I always say a little prayer when I put cakes in the oven," remarked Eve, as she stopped to kiss Rose good-bye. "What do you say?" "I say, 'Please, God, don't let me forget I've put that cake in the oven.

Beware of your habits. The better they are the more surely they will be your undoing.

Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today's tasks.

After spending months living in the orderly dorms of Wallingford, where they give you a Saturday detention if your room doesn't pass semi-regular inspections, I feel the old conflicting sense of familiarity and disgust.

I am used to the whipped-cream-topped drinks Vivi used to bring me, but there is something satisfyingly bracing about drinking coffee this way, hot and bitter.

Everything was boring. Everything was fine.

Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today's tasks.

The habits of life form the soul, and the soul forms the physical presence.

Marriage must ceaselessly combat a monster that devours everything: habit.

Marriage must constantly fight against a monster which devours everything: routine.

The greatest mystery about a human being is not his reaction to sex or praise, but the manner in which he contrives to put in twenty-four hours a day. It is this which puzzles the longshoreman about the clerk, the Londoner about the bushman.