Quotes About Routine

Only after realising that routine immunisations were dangerous did I achieve a substantial drop in infant death rates.

That's why people take vacations. No to relax or find excitement or see new places. To escape the death that exists in routine things.

Routine is the death to heroism.

Repetition is the death of magic.

Madamaska Falls, capital of caution, where the local population is content to be in raptures about changing the clock twice a year.

None of us ate together: my Aunt Gladys ate at five o'clock, my cousin Susan at five-thirty, me at six, and my uncle at six-thirty. There is nothing to explain this beyond the fact that my aunt is crazy.

when real doubt ensues it disrupts our usual behavioural patterns.

Philip Yancey sees our blasé attitude toward the faithfulness of God in the waitstaff At Yellowstone. Even when they are finished their chores, they don't look up and marvel at the geiser going off. After all, they see it so often.

Like other intellectuals, he welcomed the mindless drudgery as a refreshing change of pace.

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit

So much of our time is preparation, so much is routine, and so much retrospect, that the pith of each man's genius contracts itself to a very few hours.

C'est totalement absurde les rappels . Enfin, écoutez, dans la vie normale, dans la vie courante, quand un type a fini son boulot, qu'est-ce qu'il fait ? Il dit au revoir, et il s'en va. Voilà. Il ne revient pas : enfin, on n'imagine pas un plombier, par exemple, re-sonnant à la porte, après avoir réparé une fuite, juste pour refiler un petit coup de clé de douze.

Habit is not unimportant.

Matilah dengan iradat, tetapi hiduplah dengan tabiat.

usual call to quarters. This was part of the daily routine, but on this occasion, with a chase in sight, the preparation and inspection was more than usually rigorous, the captain himself accompanying the first lieutenant round the decks to see that all was in order and ready for action; so that all hands were kept busy till it was time to pipe down the hammocks and set the watch.

He sounded harassed more than anything else, like mass home invasion was just something standing between him and morning coffee.

The saga started out a normal day—don't they all? I mean, surely one morning back there in prehistoric times a dinosaur woke up, yawned, chewed some coffee beans, and thought his day was going to be dead boring, just before a comet slammed into his neighborhood.

People come to New York to be different, but I go to Starbucks to be the same.

My point of view is this: If you like root-beer floats so much, have one on Monday, another on Tuesday, and a third on Wednesday.

We've only been sitting here forty minutes. I'm never at the morning table less than an hour and a half. I do some of my finest plotting over breakfast coffee and raisin brioche.

Even the most exotic excursions can become tedious through repetition.

He held the sandwich in his right hand, a cigarette in his left, alternating between the two. When witness to this, I always hoped that in error he would take a bite of the cigarette or attempt to smoke the sandwich, but he never became confused.

the world is a more mysterious place than it seems to be most of the time, when we're plodding along from breakfast to bedtime in a reassuringly familiar routine.

As for the butter-side-up day: Each morning, he makes one extra slice of toast with breakfast, lays it on the kitchen table, and in a contrived-casual way, he knocks it to the floor. If it lands butter side up, he eats it with pleasure, confident that the day will be good from end to end. If it lands butter side down, however, Malcolm throws the toast away, wipes up the butter, and goes about his day with heightened awareness of potential danger.