habit

It is well to lie fallow for a while.

Habit is habit and not to be thrown out of the window by any man but coaxed downstairs a step at a time.

In some remote regions of Islam it is said a woman caught unveiled by a stranger will raise her skirt to cover her face.

Innumerable are the illusions and legerdemain tricks of custom: but of all these perhaps the cleverest is her knack of persuading us that the miraculous by simple repetition ceases to be miraculous.

Custom that unwritten law By which the people keep even kings in awe.

Contemporary man has rationalized the myths but he has not been able to destroy them.

The chains of habit are too weak to be felt until they are too strong to be broken.

She always says she dislikes the abnormal it is so obvious. She says the normal is so much more simply complicated and interesting.

Custom is second nature and no less powerful.

Have a place for everything and keep the things somewheres else. That is not advice it is merely custom.

There lay certitude; there, in the daily round. All the rest hung on mere threads and trivial contingencies; you couldn't waste your time on it. The thing was to do your job as it should be done.

First forget inspiration. Habit is more dependable. Habit will sustain you whether you're inspired or not. Habit will help you finish and polish your stories. Inspiration won't. Habit is persistence in practice.

Every habit makes our hand more witty, and out wit more handy.

We want a money-back guarantee before we take a step of obedience, but that eliminates faith from the equation. Sometimes we need to take a flying leap of faith.We need to step into the conflict without knowing if we can resolve it. We need to share our faith without knowing how our friends will react to it. We need to pray for a miracle without knowing how God will answer. We need to put ourselves in a situation that activates a spiritual gift we've never exercised before. And we need to go after a dream that is destined to fail without divine intervention.If we want to discover new lands, we've got to lose sight of the shore. We've got to leave the Land of Familiarity behind. We've got to sail past the predictable. And when we do, we develop a spiritual hunger for the unprecedented and lose our appetite for the habitual. We also get a taste of God's favor.

By dinnertime, Amanda had managed to pick off all of her red nail polish purely out of habit. She was disappointed and silently cursed at herself when she remembered not having anymore to put on. She stared at her fingernails for about twenty minutes for lack of something better to do.

His eagerness had turned into a routine; he embraced her at the same time every day. It was a habit like any other, a favourite pudding after the monotony of dinner.

Life is the sum of habits, only occasionally disturbed by a thought.

Life has the habit of throwing curve balls to determine if you are paying attention.