FKA twigs Quotes

One does every day and without a second thought, what at another time would be the event of a year, perhaps of a life.

Day-to-day things, the mundane, are what keeps the motor running. How extraordinary the ordinary really is, a tool we all use to keep going, a template for sanity.

I love the comfort of daily life's routines: things like being able to read a paper on the subway. It's no accident that my favourite word is 'quotidian.'

If there were teenagers who had a video camera and saw what I did on a daily basis, they'd be bored out of their mind.

I go out every day in Paris.

Our daily lives are so mundane, we get taken over by what is immediately in front of us and we don't see beyond that.

My days all follow much the same pattern. They are structured and typical.

I think we were all frustrated with our daily routine.

What a day-to-day affair life is.

I spend most of my time thinking about things like laundry and buying stationery supplies.

I have always lived an ordinary life, and always will. It's who and what has to do with my job that makes it 'unordinary.' I cook, go to the supermarket, pick my children up at school.

People are so caught in a routine, doing the same things over and over.

Nothing affects people's lives who go in and out of New York more than their commute. It is unavoidable, and it must be done every day.

The truth is, in day-to-day life, I'm just grinding like everyone else.

I go from day to day and game to game.

I wake up, go for dance class, and do the same things that I used to do. I am very asocial. I don't go out too often.

The uniform necessities of human nature produce in a great measure uniformity of life, and for part of the day make one place like another; to dress and to undress, to eat and to sleep, are the same in London as in the country.

Oh, how daily life is. (Ah, que la vie est quotidienne.)

It is June. This is what I have decided to do with my life just now. I will do this work and lead this life, the one I am leading today. Each morning the blue clock and the crocheted bedspread, the table with the Phone, the books and magazines, the Times at the door.

People should go about their daily lives, to work, to live, to travel, to shop, to do the things people did in the same way as they did them before 11 September.

So much in writing depends on the superficiality of one's days.

Oh, how daily life is.

Anything one does every day is important and imposing and anywhere one lives is interesting and beautiful.

As soon as we are born, if we could but get up, bath, dress, shave, breakfast once for all, if we could 'cut' these monotonous cycles of routine. If the sun rose it would stay up, or once we were alive we were immortal!

All things here appear to me to trudge on in one and the same round: we rise in the morning that we may eat breakfast, dinner andsupper and to bed again that we may get up the next morning and do the same: so that you never saw two peas more alike than our yesterday and to-day.