Quotes About Routine

I don't know. It's like getting up in the morning. I don't want to get up but I don't want to stay in bed either.

That is the way it is done, the way it has always been done. Frogs have every right to expect it will always be done that way.

They had spoken once, but there is not need for speech if it is only a habit anyway.

It was Jesus Maria's practice to go to the post office every day, first because there he could see many people whom he knew, and second because on that windy post office corner he could look at the legs of a great many girls.

It's a hard thing to leave any deeply routined life, even if you hate it.

It is a hard thing to leave any deeply routined life, even if you hate it.

It is a hard thing to live any deeply routine life, even if you hate it.

Coming in from his work, he gorged himself on fried food and went to bed and to sleep in the resulting torpor.

I take my two pipes in the afternoon, no more and no less, like the elders. And I feel that I am a man. And I feel that a man is a very important thing—maybe more important than a star.

Isn't it funny, my two pet horrors, incapacity and ledgers and they both hit at once. I write columns of figures in big ledgers and after about three hours of it I am so stupefied that I can't get down to my own work. I can see very readily how office workers get the way they are. There is something soddenly hypnotic about the columns of figures.

There's something desirable about anything you're used to as opposed to something you're not.

Every day my mother had tea. My dad has his ritual cigar. They had their evening cocktail. Those rituals were done nicely, with flair and feeling.

Driving is boring, Rabbit pontificates, but it's what we do. Most of American life is driving somewhere and then driving back wondering why the hell you went.

He wants to feel good, he always used to feel good at every turning of the year, every vacation or end of vacation, every new sheet on the calendar: but his adult life has proved to have no seasons, only changes of weather, and the older he gets, the less weather interests him. The house next to his old house still has the FOR SALE sign up. He tries his front door

He sees now that he is rich that these were the [shore] outings of the poor, ending in sunburn and stomach upset. Pop liked crabcakes and baked oysters but could never eat them without throwing up. When the Model A was tucked into the garage and little Mim tucked into bed Harry could hear his father vomiting in a far corner of the yard. He never complained about vomiting or about work, they were just things you had to do, one more regularly than the other.

Was she asleep? He groped beside the bed, among his underclothes, for his wristwatch. He would soon learn, in undressing, to leave it lying discreetly visible. Its silent gold-rimmed face, a tiny banker's face, stated that he had already been out to lunch an hour and forty minutes. A sour burning began to revolve in his stomach.

We're past the age of heroes and hero kings. … Most of our lives are basically mundane and dull, and it's up to the writer to find ways to make them interesting.

Her past seems a span of innocuous days. And her nights? Her most dramatic recurring dream in recent nights was one in which she had difficulty opening a jar of peanut butter.

Discipline provides a constancy which is independent of what kind of day you had yesterday and what kind of day you anticipate today.

You have to actually make the time to practice every day, because otherwise you will not find it.

No one who can rise before dawn three hundred sixty days a year fails to make his family rich.

I live in a sort of insular world. It's mostly my family, my house, staying home and working.

I have to be very careful about how often I drag my family to places. They need some stability in their lives.

When I was a kid growing up in the States in the late '70s and early '80s, as soon as 'Dallas' came on on a Friday night on CBS at 9 P.M., we stopped everything from that moment on as a family.