Repetitive Routine Quotes

I am most scared of being bored

Being a musician, especially at the major label where you work for so long, it becomes a cycle. Write a record, make a record, tour. It's just this cycle, and I don't think there's any life built into it with time to assimilate what's going on in front of you and what's going on in your head.

But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.

For all the boredom the straight life brings, it's not too bad.

I thought late-night was crowded... the format's repetitive.

One can become drab, dull, and boring doing the same thing every day. Writing helps break the monotony.

My days are straight out of the movie Groundhog Day.

The days were heavy and sticky. All identical, one the same as the other. Soon they would even get rid of their one remaining distinction, the shell of their names: Monday, Tuesday, Thursday.

I loved playing in England. But after a few years, I didn't find it challenging enough. I wouldn't say I was bored, but it was becoming too repetitive - playing with and against the same players year after year.

How many times do we all have to do this? Get up, go to school, again? Before everyone admits it's a crap idea?

The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious.

In the seventies when I was struggling, I ate the same thing every day at Big Nick's Burger Joint on Broadway and 77th Street. A cottage-cheese omelette with tomatoes, French fries, rye toast, orange juice, and coffee. It was consistently the most satisfying meal I could possibly imagine.

After the pain of this disappointment her heart once more stood empty, and the succession of identical days began again.

a novelist's chief desire is to be as unconscious as possible. He has to induce in himself a state of perpetual lethargy. He wants life to proceed with the utmost quiet and regularity. He wants to see the same faces, to read the same books, to do the same things day after day, month after month, while he is writing, so that nothing may break the illusion in which he is living - so that nothing may disturb or disquiet the mysterious nosings about, feelings around, darts, dashes, and sudden discoveries of that very shy and illusive spirit, the imagination.

If you're constantly moving, you can get in a monotony that's just as equally boring as sitting still for a long period of time.

Sometimes it feels like my life is just one long day.

I don't like to think that I'm on a treadmill of album, tour, promotion and all that.

Nashville's like any other hometown - after a while, it's stifling.

Public school felt like prison - cinderblock walls, fluorescent lights, metal lockers. It was so sterile and unstimulating.

Back and forth she went each morning by the river, spring arriving once again; foolish, foolish spring, breaking open its tiny buds, and what she couldn’t stand was how—for many years, really—she had been made happy by such a thing. She had not thought she would ever become immune to the beauty of the physical world, but there you were. The river sparkled with the sun that rose, enough that she needed her sunglasses.