Quotes About Routine

If anybody wanted to photograph my life, they'd get bored in a day. 'Heres Matt at home learning his lines. Here's Matt researching in aisle six of his local library'. A few hours of that and they'd go home.

But mostly I remember every morning before school. How she'd say "Hey, honey!" just I was walking out the apartment door. And me stopping and turning around and saying "What?" And her saying "I love you." And me rolling my eyes like I just wanted to hurry up so I didn't miss the bus. I'd start going again and she'd say "Hey, honey!" and I'd pretend I was so annoyed 'cause she was wasting time and I had to go catch the bus. And how secretly it was my favorite part of every day.

I drink some water and eat some cereal and then I take Abraham for a walk. He had spent the night eating the arm of the sofa but I don't want to judge him. He has enough issues already.

You get up. You put on your clothes. And then you put on your personality. Choose wisely.

But as things stood, there weren't even two fun days. They only had Saturdays, because Mondays were a little bit too close to Sundays for Sunday's liking, as if Monday were a collapsed star in the week's solar system, with an excessive gravitational pull.

Mornings were hard on Earth. You woke up tireder than when you went to sleep. Your back ached. Your neck ached. Your chest felt tight with anxiety that came from being mortal. And then, on top of all that, you had to do so much before the day even started. The main problem was the stuff to do in order to be presentable.

It's a wonder they ever get out of bed at all. But they do, repeatedly, thousands of times each. And not only that - they do it themselves, with no technology to help them. Maybe a little electrical activity in their toothbrushes and hairdryers, but nothing more than that. And all to reduce body odour, and hairs, and halitosis, and shame.

In one life she only ate toast.

The problem lying behind the lack of human fulfillment was a shortage not just of time but of imagination. They found a day that worked for them and then stuck to it and repeated it, at least between Monday and Friday. Even if it didn't work for them—as was usually the case—they stuck to it anyway. Then they'd alter things a bit and do something a little bit more fun on Saturday and Sunday.

Be proud to act like a normal human being. Keep daylight hours, get a regular job, and mix in the company of people with a fixed sense of right and wrong.

They only had Saturdays, because Mondays were a little bit too close to Sundays for Sunday's liking, as if Monday were a collapsed star in the week's solar system, with an excessive gravitational pull.

How to get out of bed Wake up. Pick up phone. Stare at phone for 72 minutes. Sigh. Get out of bed. Alternatively, once in a while, try skipping stages two to four.

Everything weighed down on her. The small rituals of her daily existence—filling the dishwasher, picking up from school, cooking—had all been performed as if underwater.

social networking generally involved sitting down at a nonsentient computer and typing words about needing a coffee and reading about other people needing a coffee, while forgetting to actually make a coffee.

Those first weeks in the prep kitchen I peeled dozens of cases of carrots, chopped quart upon quart of chives, and I came eventually to appreciate something in the rhythm of an endless, repetitive task, one that turns you so inward you forget anyone's there, and snap back to reality only when the timer on the oven buzzes—so loud the sound seems to lodge itself between the back of your neck and your throat.

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

prayer-time must be kept up as duly as meat-time.

our lives is almost always a result of those things we habitually think and those things we habitually do. Life is the fruit of discipline, or lack of it. We are our habits. For example, you cannot separate Tiger

Thoughts create actions. Actions create habits. Habits create character.

The most dominant quality among Dynamic Catholics is a daily routine of prayer. • A daily routine refers to a specific time and place set aside for prayer. Dynamic Catholics make this time a priority each day.

More than just a time and a place to pray, Dynamic Catholics have a routine within their routine. When they sit down to pray each day, they don't just see what happens; they have a routine within the routine. They tend to begin their time of prayer in very specific ways: by reading the Bible, praying the morning prayers of the Church, reading from a favorite spiritual book, etc.

By doing exactly the same things we did yesterday, but with a new mind-set, we are able to inject incredible meaning into the most mundane things—

he had impressed her as a man delightfully open to suggestion, with an imagination large enough to find time, even in the depths of despair, for the important things in life, those accidents without which our existence was little more than a schedule of dry routines.

The culture fills our heart and minds with spectacular dreams about hitting home runs, but life is about getting up every day and hitting a single.