Woody Allen Quotes

I'm not a workaholic!

You get depressed because you're like, 'Everybody's working and I'm here sitting.' I feel for all gymnasts who get hurt. Injuries are just awful, but at least I had 'Bones' to work on when I wasn't training. It got my mind off the fact that I couldn't do anything.

Cure for an obsession: get another one.

I might have to take the 12 steps to Workaholics Anonymous.

As a cure for worrying, work is better than whiskey.

O man you are busy working for the world, and the world is busy trying to turn you out.

At work, you think of the children you have left at home. At home, you think of the work you've left unfinished. Such a struggle is unleashed within yourself. Your heart is rent.

My girlfriend has to beat me up to get me to relax because I work all the time.

There's nothing like work to take your mind off your worries.

As a cure for worrying, work is far better than whiskey. I always found that, if I began to worry, the best thing I could do was focus upon doing something useful and then work very hard at it. Soon, I would forget what was troubling me.

Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson.

I never knew a man troubled with melancholy, who had plenty to do, and did it.

One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don't have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake faces.

Busyness kills more Christians than bullets.

I got the blues thinking of the future, so I left off and made some marmalade. It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred orange and scrub the floor.

When I am assailed with heavy tribulations, I rush out among my pigs rather than remain alone by myself. The human heart is like a millstone in a mill: when you put wheat under it, it turns and grinds and bruises the wheat to flour; if you put no wheat, it still grinds on, but then 'tis itself it grinds and wears away. So the human heart, unless it be occupied with some employment, leaves space for the devil, who wriggles himself in and brings with him a whole host of evil thoughts, temptations, and tribulations, which grind out the heart.

I don't ever rest. It's a problem and hopefully something I will get a better handle on in the coming years.

Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.

I don't really compartmentalize well. I'm in a state of anxiety and panic a lot, but it's for different reasons. It used to be because I had nothing going on, but I work very hard and there doesn't seem to be an end to it.

When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking.

The bane of Americans is overwork-and the ruin of any work is a divided interest. Concentrate-concentrate. One thing at a time.

All I do is work, that's all my life is work.

We have this cultural obsession with work and productivity as if we're better people if we don't stop and take some time for ourselves.

Work is always an antidote to depression.

I don't have that addictive, "What's going on?" feeling anymore, thank god.