At day's first light have in readiness, against disinclination to leave your bed, the thought that "I am rising for the work of man."
I'm so good at procrastinating.
I was the laziest person around. Suddenly, one day, I decided to become an actor. Thank God for that whimsical decision: else, by now, I'd have been a 140-kilo, butter-chicken-bingeing hotelier.
But then, I just decided to get off my lazy butt and take advantage of the L.A. weather.
Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.
Professionally, I have no major goals. That's partly because I'm really flaky. I want things, but I don't go after them. I'd rather they be placed in my lap.
Get up, you useless lump, get up!
Rage or fear... It oscillates. Rage I need to motivate me to try things that I can't ordinarily do - as I'm a lazy man. Fear - to keep pushing harder so we don't lose what we've accomplished.
Procrastination is opportunity's assassin.
I hate to see complacency prevail in our lives when it's so directly contrary to the teaching of Christ.
It's not my passion to wake up at 6:00 in the morning to do my exercises. Sometimes I really hate it. I'm lazy.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
They threaten me with lung cancer, and still I smoke and smoke. If they'd only threaten me with hard work, I might stop.
Take yourself by the scruff of the neck and shake off your incarnate laziness.
Getting out of bed in the morning is an act of false confidence.
Who conquers indolence conquers all other hereditary sins.
