Routine Quotes

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John Steinbeck
“It’s a hard thing to leave any deeply routine life, even if you hate it.”
John Steinbeck, East of Eden

Honoré de Balzac
“Marriage must fight constantly against a monster which devours everything: routine.”
Honoré de Balzac

نجيب محفوظ
“لا تجمد نفسك في نمط، النمطية مفيدة ولكن المرونة خير و أبقى”
نجيب محفوظ, الحب تحت المطر

Bruce Lee
“If you follow the classical pattern, you are understanding the routine, the tradition, the shadow -- you are not understanding yourself.”
Bruce Lee, Tao of Jeet Kune Do

Vilayat Inayat Khan
“The human spirit lives on creativity and dies in conformity and routine.”
Vilayat Inayat Khan

Tove Jansson
“An island can be dreadful for someone from outside. Everything is complete, and everyone has his obstinate, sure and self-sufficient place. Within their shores, everything functions according to rituals that are as hard as rock from repetition, and at the same time they amble through their days as whimsically and casually as if the world ended at the horizon.”
Tove Jansson, The Summer Book

“People just don't seem to get me. Don't understand that I need my space. Always telling me what to do. They think rules and routines and clean hands and your p's and q's will make everything all right. They haven't got a clue.”
Rachel Ward, Numbers

“I want to caution you against the idea that balance has to be a routine that looks the same week in and week out.”
Kevin Thoman

John D. MacDonald
“I am wary of the whole dreary deadening structured mess that we have built into such a glittering top-heavy structure that there is nothing left to see but the glitter, and the brute routines of maintaining it.”
John D. MacDonald, The Deep Blue Good-By

Stephen Clarke
“I was also sick of my neighbors, as most Parisians are. I now knew every second of the morning routine of the family upstairs. At 7:00 am alarm goes off, boom, Madame gets out of bed, puts on her deep-sea divers’ boots, and stomps across my ceiling to megaphone the kids awake. The kids drop bags of cannonballs onto the floor, then, apparently dragging several sledgehammers each, stampede into the kitchen. They grab their chunks of baguette and go and sit in front of the TV, which is always showing a cartoon about people who do nothing but scream at each other and explode. Every minute, one of the kids cartwheels (while bouncing cannonballs) back into the kitchen for seconds, then returns (bringing with it a family of excitable kangaroos) to the TV. Meanwhile the toilet is flushed, on average, fifty times per drop of urine expelled. Finally, there is a ten-minute period of intensive yelling, and at 8:15 on the dot they all howl and crash their way out of the apartment to school.” (p.137)”
Stephen Clarke, A Year in the Merde

Sylvia Plath
“Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not-writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing — singing, laughing, learning. The responsibility, the awful responsibility of managing (profitably) 12 hours a day for 10 weeks is rather overwhelming when there is nothing, noone, to insert an exact routine into the large unfenced acres of time — which it is so easy to let drift by in soporific idling and luxurious relaxing. It is like lifting a bell jar off a securely clockwork-like functioning community, and seeing all the little busy people stop, gasp, blow up and float in the inrush, (or rather outrush,) of the rarified scheduled atmosphere — poor little frightened people, flailing impotent arms in the aimless air. That's what it feels like: getting shed of a routine. Even though one had rebelled terribly against it, even then, one feels uncomfortable when jounced out of the repetitive rut. And so with me. What to do? Where to turn? What ties, what roots? as I hang suspended in the strange thin air of back-home?”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Louise Erdrich
“Women don't realize how much store men set on the regularity of their habits. We absorb their comings and goings into our bodies, their rhythms into our bones.”
Louise Erdrich, The Round House

Thornton Wilder
“But such occasions of excellence became less and less frequent. As her technique became sounder, [her] sincerity became less necessary.”
Thornton Wilder, The Bridge of San Luis Rey

Criss Jami
“As individuals die every moment, how insensitive and fabricated a love it is to set aside a day from selfish routine in prideful, patriotic commemoration of tragedy. Just as God is provoked by those who tithe simply because they feel that they must tithe, I am provoked by those who commemorate simply because they feel that they must commemorate.”
Criss Jami, Killosophy

Heather O'Neill
“When you're a kid, if you watch 'The Jeffersons' with your family at seven o'clock, it seems like a natural phenomenon, like the sun setting. The universe is a strange, strange place when all of a sudden you can't use your glass with the Bionic Woman on it any more.”
Heather O'Neill, Lullabies for Little Criminals

Dave Eggers
“But the grind has begun. The windows don’t open, and even the availability of near-constant jokes about Jews and Mormons fails to stem the tide of frustration, decay. We’ve reached the end of pure inspiration, and are now somewhere else, something implying routine, or doing something because people expect us to do it, going somewhere each day because we went there the day before, saying things because we have said them before, and this seems like the work of a different sort of animal, contrary to our plan, and this is very very bad.”
Dave Eggers

Criss Jami
“Man was designed in a way in which he must eat in order to give him a solid reason to go to work everyday. This helps to keep him out of trouble. God is wise.”
Criss Jami, Killosophy

Henry David Thoreau
“There is an incessant influx of novelty into the world, and yet we tolerate incredible dulness. I need only suggest what kind of sermons are still listened to in the most enlightened countries. There are such words as joy and sorrow, but they are only the burden of a psalm, sung with a nasal twang, while we believe in the ordinary and mean.”
Henry David Thoreau, Walden

David Foster Wallace
“the patriotic or religious bumper stickers always seem to be on the biggest, most disgustingly selfish vehicles driven by the ugliest, most inconsiderate and aggressive drivers, who are usually talking on cell phones as they cut people off in order to get just twenty stupid feet ahead in the traffic jam...”
David Foster Wallace, This Is Water: Some Thoughts, Delivered on a Significant Occasion, about Living a Compassionate Life

Jean Cocteau
“Die meisten Menschen leben in den Ruinen ihrer Gewohnheiten.”
Jean Cocteau

“Hygge is a phenomenon that reflects our way of inhabiting the world. The routines that shape our days locate us - from the places we visit to the small rituals that give us pause.”
Louisa Thomsen Brits, The Book of Hygge: The Danish Art of Living Well

“Success is built in love, passion, and enthusiasm. It is brought to fruition through consistency, routine, and good habits.”
Akiroq Brost

Jason Medina
“Leaving Yonkers was much easier than leaving Manhattan or the Bronx. Things were still fairly normal in the suburban city, for the most part. A few citizens were going about their daily business. People were going to work, although schools were closed. The roadblocks were mainly set up to prevent anyone from entering Yonkers from New York City. There were not many things set in place to stop anyone from leaving Yonkers and heading north into the rest of Westchester County.”
Jason Medina, The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel

Arthur Rimbaud
“Terror came. I would fall into a slumber of days, and getting up would go on with the same sad dreams. I was ripe for death and along a road of perils my weakness led me to the confines of the world and of Cimmeria, home of whirlwinds and of darkness.

- Delirium II - Alchemy of the Word
Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell/The Drunken Boat

Shirley Jackson
“What a silly routine, Natalie thought, not realizing, sitting there alone on the stool in the center of the ring of girls, how she was jeopardizing her own future in college, her own future for four years and perhaps for the rest of her life; how even worse than the actual being a bad sport was the state of mind which led her into defiance of this norm, this ring of placid, masked girls, with their calm futures ahead and their regular pasts proven beyond a doubt; how one person stepping however aside from their meaningless, echoing standards, set perhaps by a violent movement before their recollection, and handed down to them by other placid creatures, might lose a seat among them by questions, by rebellion, by anything except a cheerful smile and a resolution to hurt other people.”
Shirley Jackson, Hangsaman

John E. Quinlan
“Sitting on a bar stool and sipping a shot of Jack Daniel's washed down by a cold bottle of beer is an impeccable routine. I cannot think of a better ritual.”
John E. Quinlan, Tau Bada The Quest and Memoir of a Vulnerable Man

Andrei Codrescu
“Still, there is something disappearing from the world, something composed of many instances of tradition and skill, or maybe not disappearing, but translating. Maybe culture, like physical matter, doesn’t disappear, but is subject to infinite play, and th e world is a vast workshop for making and remaking everything, including people, and the engine of play is desire…”
Andrei Codrescu, Wakefield

Lynne Tillman
“I choose the irrational from a rational position. I’m positioning myself on Undo, undo even undoing. Un-think, because routines dull the mind, and you don’t see what’s in front of you. Familiarity breeds contempt, and also lack of in-sight and out-sight.”
Lynne Tillman, Men and Apparitions

“Välillä tuntuu kuin vain odottaisin. Kuljen täällä, asun täällä odottaen jotain. Mutta minulla ei ole aavistustakaan, mitä se jokin on. Erityisen selväksi tämä tulee, kun lasken päiviä seuravaan viikon alkuun kuin odottaisin sitä. En kuitenkin odota mitään erityistä. En päivää jona tapahtuisi jotain, ei muutosta näköpiirissä.”
Elin Willows, Inlandet

Robin Sloan
“There was more to upgrade. I went to a shop in downtown Oakland that sold salt of every kind and color, black and pink and blue. Each variety sat shimmering in a glass canister, priced by the ounce, with a handwritten card recounting its biography: here, salt from the beaches of Gujarat; there, salt from the pans of Brittany; behold, salt from the suburbs of Portland.

I backed slowly out the door. I would stick with Diamond Crystal.”
Robin Sloan, Sourdough

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