Quotes About Prioritization

It sounds crazy, but I'm so married to my work that I rarely meet new people.

Women don't give up things. They don't give up responsibilities. They add new things. They exhaust themselves and still don't give anything up. And. And. And. And. And they do all these other things at the same time, which can be exhausting.

I am constantly hustling and finding new things. You try to manage so you don't look back and see huge gaps of time that you missed with your family.

I think sleep is just the most important thing. I think most New Yorkers, especially, don't get enough sleep.

I try to get to the heart of the issue, address it, and go on to the next thing.

This is probably an asset that my wife hates, where you compartmentalize. Most times, I think it's an asset, where you can just sort of feel like you chop off one part of your brain to do the next thing that you've got to do.

I love to write just about more than anything, but there are times I have to force myself to sit down and work. I want to play with my daughter or watch a movie with my husband or go outside on the nicest day of the year. But if writing is going to be your job, you have to treat it like a job.

I have a crazy work schedule, I don't eat good food, and I often work through nights, but I am just doing what I love.

I make sure I have ample sleep, so no late nights out, as sleep is so important for a healthy mind and body.

My son is 14, and I only have this time with him. True, it's not like before when I couldn't explain to a little boy why I can't read him his bedtime story six nights a week. And he's even said to me, 'Mom, if you want to do a show somewhere, you should go.'

Most nights of the week I make it a point to get home in time to have dinner with my wife. It's a simple routine to maintain my work-life balance.

When there's just so many games out there to play, Nintendo games just went to the bottom of that list.

I have makeup that I can do in 15 minutes, 10 minutes, or five minutes, depending on what I'm doing that day. On a day when I'm shooting, it's 15 minutes. Five minutes is when I'm running around that day, and it's no big deal.

If I had a choice between the Champions League and the Golden Boot, then of course it would be the Champions League - no doubt the Champions League.

Life when I'm not shooting is always about the kids, there's no doubt.

I'll admit it: I'm a control freak. I am. If I'm going to do something, I'm going to do it 110% or there's no point in doing it at all, especially if the work takes me away from time with my husband and children.

If I'm going to do something, I'm going to do it 110%, or there's no point in doing it at all, especially if the work takes me away from time with my husband and children.

There's no point in doing a dozen films per year, which come and go.

I have no problem with animals, I just like people more.

As long as I really stay on top of my school work, which I'm for the most part able to do, it's really no problem, me missing school.

Usually he just went about his life, doing what needed to be done and figuring out ways to enjoy the rest of his time.

But somehow, there's less time to think since she came back. We're too busy talking, or working, or having sex (there's a lot of sex at the moment, much of it initiated by me as a way of banishing insecurity), or eating, or going to the pictures. Maybe I should stop doing these things, so as I can work it all out properly, because I know these things are important times. But then again, maybe I shouldn't; maybe this is how it's done. Maybe this is how people manage to have relationships.

Several months later, and I have finally read one of the three, even though I wanted to read all three of them immediately. (What happened in between? Other books, is what happened. Other books, other moods, other obligations, other appetites, other reading journeys.)

To paint a leaf, you have to sacrifice the whole landscape. It might seem like you're limiting yourself at first, but after a while you realize that having a quarter-of-an-inch of something you have a better chance of holding on to a certain feeling of the universe than if you pretended to be doing the whole sky. My mother did not choose a leaf or a head. She chose my father, and to hold on to a certain feeling, she sacrificed the world.