Quotes About Routine

I try my best to be extremely disciplined about my diet.

There is no better ballast for keeping the mind steady on its keel, and saving it from all risk of crankiness, than business.

'No business before breakfast, Glum!' says the King. 'Breakfast first, business next.'

I recommend everyone wakes up in the morning to Bachman Turner Overdrive's 'Taking Care Or Business' - you'll feel better.

I miss Saturday morning, rolling out of bed, not shaving, getting into my car with my girls, driving to the supermarket, squeezing the fruit, getting my car washed, taking walks.

Old carts can be repainted but they still keep moving in the same old ruts

I don't get rattled about the big things. I get rattled when I have to pick up my laundry, get gas in the car, pick up a script.

Even in the limo, I buckle my seatbelt. I got that seatbelt on before the car moves.

I read murder mysteries. I exercise 40 minutes a day. I watch videotapes while I exercise. I listen to audiotapes when I am in my car. And I try to stay in three different centuries.

Celebrities have to get their cars washed just like everybody else.

For me, reading is my essential palliative, my daily fix.

You plot, daily. Face down circumstance. Measure out your life with...not coffee spoons--pills. Line them up with breakfast, lunch, supper. Never mind mermaids, and lilacs in bloom, and all that stuff. He hadn't a clue.

He must be a grown man, stolid, reliably fulfilling his duties, married perhaps, someone's breadwinner - in other words, one of the living dead.

A well-managed factory is boring. Nothing exciting happens in it because the crises have been anticipated and have been converted into routine.

A well-managed plant, I soon learned, is a quiet place. A factory that is "dramatic," a factory in which the "epic of industry" is unfolded before the visitor's eyes, is poorly managed. A well-managed factory is boring. Nothing exciting happens in it because the crises have been anticipated and have been converted into routine.

Effectiveness, in other words, is a habit; that is, a complex of practices. And practices can always be learned.

All the years of ritual—undressing and dressing, diaper changes, potty time, bath time, tooth brushing, reading, hugs and kisses—are so exhausting. If they don't fall asleep beside him, whoever is on bedtime duty stumbles downstairs, announces wearily, "And that concludes today's parenting." Until the next day, and the next and the next. As if it were a curse and not a blessing. As if it really were forever.

that habituation is a slow, imperceptible sinking, whose point of no return is not clearly marked.

It was exciting at first... Then it became routine. I guess everything does, even if it's dangerous.

Kita hidup dalam sangkar yang terbuat dari tuntutan, rutinitas, dan kebiasaan, dan setelah begitu lama hidup dalam batas-batas ini, kita lupa bahwa sesungguhnya terperangkap

like an old married couple for whom bickering is the default mode.

Another writer once asked me why I wrote about "nebbishes." I told him I wanted to write about "the common man.") Sometimes I even

As with everything else in life, the instructions remain the same, despite changing circumstances: Chop wood, carry water.

You learn to get by from day to day, Sam Regan said sympathetically to him. You never think in longer terms. Just until dinner or until time for bed; very finite intervals and tasks and pleasures. Escapes.