171 Routine Quotes

A cartoonist is someone who has to draw the same thing day after day without repeating himself.

Commuter - one who spends his life In riding to and from his wife; A man who shaves and takes a train And then rides back to shave again.

Spiritual stagnation ensues when man's environment becomes unpredictable or when his inner life is made wholly predictable.

There's something wrong with a mother who washes out a measuring cup with soap and water after she's only measured water in it.

As long as habit and routine dictate the pattern of living, new dimensions of the soul will not emerge.

You've gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God.

Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote.

You won't skid if you stay in a rut.

Things start out as hopes and end up as habits.

I lurch from chaos to chaos. I can't find my driving licence and my clothes are everywhere - cooking is the neatest thing I do.

I took a fortnight off. But I'm not a great believer in breaks. I don't want to be rattling around inside my own head. I did feel I was spiralling into a Kathy Burke character and tried going out, but I prefer it here. Filming keeps me busy. It absorbs me.

First thing every morning before you arise say out loud, 'I believe,' three times.

Time, motion and wine cause sleep.

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

Life is like underwear, should be changed twice a day.

Marriage made people old and familiar, while still young.

For all my good intentions, there are days when things go wrong or I fall into old habits. When things are not going well, when I'm grumpy or mad, I'll realize that I've not been paying attention to my soul and I've not been following my best routine.

Every morning upon awakening, I experience a supreme pleasure: that of being Salvador Dali, and I ask myself, wonderstruck, what prodigious thing will he do today, this Salvador Dali.

New things are made familiar, and familiar things are made new.

The great fact in life, the always possible escape from dullness, was the lake. The sun rose out of it, the day began there; it was like an open door that nobody could shut. The land and all its dreariness could never close in on you. You had only to look at the lake, and you knew you would soon be free.

Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky.

Landlord of a bordello! The company's good and the mornings are quiet, which is the best time to write.

Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on cutting bread and butter.

Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!

Habit is Heaven's own redress: it takes the place of happiness.

The early bird catches the worm. But I have never been one for worms. I am not sure what the late bird catches but I will feast with him today. Probably porridge.

The critical period in matrimony is breakfast-time.

It happens that the stage sets collapse. Rising, streetcar, four hours in the office or the factory, meal, streetcar, four hours of work, meal, sleep and Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday and Saturday according to the same rhythm - this path is easily followed most of the time. But one day the 'why' arises and everything begins in that weariness tinged with amazement.

Do not let Sunday be taken from you - If your soul has no Sunday, it becomes an orphan.

It gets kinda monotonous, but that's television. There are plus sides and down sides. The positive side is that you have steady work for nine months of the year for however many years your show is on TV.

My rule always was to do the business of the day in the day.

Please put out the light, James.

Wake me up for breakfast, if I'm not dead.

The business of polishing my shoes satisfies my soul.

Many of us associate the Christian faith as a list of do's and don'ts, to be sure. But the Christian life is to be oriented in relationship, why is there so much talk of formula? Could it be that the reason we are more interestied in forumla than relationship is that we would like to deal with our need for religion without dealing with th complications of relationship? That even thought we have chosen the Christian faith instead of 'poppycock religion,' we ultimately want the same thing as the pagan? And what is that? Easy answers, comfortable sentiments, beliefs that make us feel good. So we go through the motions. We go to our churches, we read our self-help books, we watch our religious television, and we check each item off our to-do list as if we were doing work for pay. One thing I am sure of. This is not the kind of real-life faith I'm looking for.

Torrie Wilson (in the shower): 'Have you seen my towel?

Be regular and orderly in your life like a bourgeois, so that you

What bothered him was that he didn't exactly care. He didn't not care either. He was just going through the motions as he had a thousand times before, and this time, suddenly, it all seemed so silly

And he's crossing the road, He's picking up his Daily...Star

'Aryan wakes up by 7.30 or 8 in the morning. I spend a couple of hours with him and then rush to my shooting. If I'm at Mehboob Studio, close to home, I drive back for lunch. At night I get back by 9.30 or 10.00 and we play till 11.30. I play with him till he falls asleep and try to sleep with him.' - Shahrukh

She makes me get up just at the same time every morning; she makes me wash, they comb me all to thunder; she won't let me sleep in the woodshed; I got to wear them blamed clothes that just smothers me, Tom; they don't seem to let any air git through 'em, somehow; and they're so rotten nice that I can't set down, nor lay down, nor roll around anywher's; I hain't slid on a cellar-door for - well, it 'pears to be years; I got to go to church and sweat and sweat - I hate them ornery sermons! I can't ketch a fly in there, I can't chaw. I got to wear shoes all Sunday. The widder eats by a bell; she goes to bed by a bell; she gits up by a bell - everything's so awful reg'lar a body can't stand it.

Eat your One-a-Day and drink your Metamucil and hush up.

Nothing happens, twice.

So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun

I sit down to the piano regularly at nine-o'clock in the morning and Mesdames les Muses have learned to be on time for that rendezvous.

Spend some time alone every day.

I do not take any credit to my better-balanced head because I never went crazy on Presbyterianism. We go too slow for that. You never see us ranting and shouting and tearing up the ground, You never heard of a Presbyterian going crazy on religion. Notice us, and you will see how we do. We get up of a Sunday morning and put on the best harness we have got and trip cheerfully down town; we subside into solemnity and enter the church; we stand up and duck our heads and bear down on a hymn book propped on the pew in front when the minister prays; we stand up again while our hired choir are singing, and look in the hymn book and check off the verses to see that they don't shirk any of the stanzas; we sit silent and grave while the minister is preaching, and count the waterfalls and bonnets furtively, and catch flies; we grab our hats and bonnets when the benediction is begun; when it is finished, we shove, so to speak. No frenzy, no fanaticism --no skirmishing; everything perfectly serene. You never see any of us Presbyterians getting in a sweat about religion and trying to massacre the neighbors. Let us all be content with the tried and safe old regular religions, and take no chances on wildcat.

A diplomat's life is made up of three ingredients: protocol, Geritol and alcohol.

Dawn, n. The time when men of reason go to bed. Certain old men prefer to rise at about that time, taking a cold bath and a long walk with an empty stomach, and otherwise mortifying the flesh.

It destroys one's nerves to be amiable every day to the same human being.

We all of us live too much in a circle.

I reboot [my Windows PC] every night.

That's one thing about travelling, man: You stay in hotels all the time. Anybody here stay in hotels on a regular basis? Can you help me with something - does 'Do Not Disturb' mean 'Knock Immediately' in Spanish?

If it all just happens like this for the rest of my life, it's going to be one endless Groundhog Day. I determined that I was not prepared to submit to this regime, so I thought I had to do something about it.

'But that's just the point,' groaned Bree. 'Do Talking Horses roll? Supposing they don't? I can't bear to give it up. What do you think, Hwin?' 'I'm going to roll anyway,' said Hwin. 'I don't suppose any of them will care two lumps of sugar whether you roll or not.' (ch. 15)

You don't believe magic is possible in lives lived within traditional boundaries.

Comics day came and went. Another shoes day came and went. And another comics day followed that - the typical production and consumption cycles that help us survice our dismal, meaningless little lives.

In the course of an average lifetime anyone growing up in a house with such a clock will hear the tune over a million times.

The Muses' friend, Tea, does our fancy aid, Repress the vapours which the head invade, ? And keeps the palace of the soul serene.

Il y a peu d'honnetes femmes qui ne soient lasses de leur metier.

I'm a tidy sort of bloke. I don't like chaos. I kept records in the record rack, tea in the tea caddy, and pot in the pot box.

Believe me, you've got to get up pretty early in the morning if you want to get out of bed.

An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.

Those things which now most engage the attention of men, as politics and the daily routine, are, it is true, vital functions of human society, but should be unconsciously performed, like the corresponding functions of the physical body. They are infra-human, a kind of vegetation. I sometimes awake to a half-consciousness of them going on about me, as a man may become conscious of some of the processes of digestion in a morbid state, and so have the dyspepsia, as it is called.

You sittin' here chained to your rockin' chair.

Habit is a cable; we weave a thread of it each day, and at last we cannot break it.

Jack Benny: We're a little late, so good night, folks.

Rochester: [checking his equipment] Shaving cream, brush, razor, smelling salts.

You eat everyday, you sleep everyday, your body was made to exercise everyday.

Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.

Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.

Nobody really knows what you're feeling, what you're really going for, what you're really trying to do. Hell, I didn't even know what I was going for. I just knew that I didn't want to be assembly line. (2004)

I just want something different. I want to be surprised. I want something that doesn't feel formulaic or beaten to death. (2004)

My face - I see it in the mirror when I wash it every morning. It's an okay face. (1988)

I write in the afternoon, from about 12 until 6 or 7. I use an upstairs room as my office. Once I get going I keep at it, and it usually takes about six months from the first blank screen until 'The End.'

The day-to-day exhausted me!

Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.

I push this one button and the shower goes on and I think, where the fuck am I?

You don't need to hire a dog therapist, you just need to wake up at 7 am and open the fucking door!

I like the smell of armpits in the morning. It's like victory.

Routine is the death to heroism.

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

I found that I had become so spinsterish that I was made neurotic not only by my life of domesticity but by the slightest derangement of my room. I would burst into a fit of weeping if the kettle was not facing due east.

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha'n't be gone long. - You come too.

In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day.

Back to the Army again, sergeant, Back to the Army again: Out o' the cold an' the rain, sergeant, Out o' the cold an' the rain.

Wake up tired, Monday mornings suck, It's way too early to catch a bus, Why conform without a fuss, Daddy Daddy, no, I don't wanna go to school, woo!

I've taken off two months, three months, at a time, and, by the end, I get really squirrelly. My night life, my dream life, gets extremely populated and crazed.

'Tune in next week, Same Stone Cold Time, Same Stone Cold Channel!' (parody of the most famous Batman ending narration: Tune in next week, Same Bat Time, Same Bat Channel!)

When the individual's behavior and consciousness get hooked to a routine sequence of external actions, he is a dead robot, and it is time for him to die and be reborn. Time to 'drop out,' 'turn on,' and 'tune in.' This period of robotization is called the Kali Yuga, the Age of Strife and Empire...

Lever a six, coucher a dix, Diner a dix, souper a six, Font vivre l'homme dix fois dix.