When you stay too long in the same place, things and people go to pot on you, they rot and start stinking for your special benefit.
If there's not any endgame, we're in quicksand. We take one more step, and we're still there, and there's no way out.
I am getting nowhere with you and I can't let you go and I cant get through.
He's in a rut. Gehringer goes two for five on opening day and stays that way all season.
If we keep doing what we're doing, we're going to keep getting what we're getting.
The Cul-de-Sac ( French for "dead end" ) ... is a situation where you work and work and work and nothing much changes
A lazy part of us is like a tumbleweed. It doesn’t move on its own. Sometimes it takes A lot of Depression to get tumbleweeds moving.
Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.
Doing the same thing in the same way year after year is like eating a quail a day for thirty days. Along toward the middle of the month a fellow begins to long for a broiled crow or a slice of cold dog.
A rut is a grave with the ends kicked out.
So easy to fall into a rut, isn't it? Why should ruts be so comfortable and so unpopular?
If we don't act at all (express our imaginings either in work or a changing personality, so that we can learn and think again something better) we certainly rot.
When you sit on something for so long you can't see beyond it. It's all you can see, so you become locked in it.
Sometimes it feels like it's show after show after show - like it's 'Groundhog Day,' and you feel like you're lost in the system.
When you can't go forward, and you can't go backward, and you can't stay where you are without killing off something deep and vital in yourself, you are on the edge of creation.
