Procrastination is attitude's natural assassin. There's nothing so fatiguing as an uncompleted task
Do not call procrastination laziness. Call it fear.
Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him.
How do you gag the voice in your head that says, 'You don't have to [do it] today. There's always tomorrow. '?
If we screw it up, start over. Try something else.
Procrastination is something you do yourself. You know: "I gotta sharpen these pencils before I start. I got 20 pencils, they're looking kinda dull. " Well, the pencils aren't calling you and alluring you and inviting you and offering you anything. They're just sitting there. You're the one who's procrastinating.
Hoping drains your energy. Action creates energy.
Fear stops a lot of people. Fear of failure, of the unknown, of risk. And it masks itself as procrastination.
I have a problem with procrastination. I have a great deal of difficulty deciding what to wear. It's a woman thing.
Procrastination is your body telling you you need to back off a bit and think more about what you are doing.
A good procrastination should feel like you're inserting lots and lots of commas into the sentence of your life.
Addiction, self-sabotage, procrastination, laziness, rage, chronic fatigue, and depression are all ways that we withhold our full participation in the program of life we are offered. When the conscious mind cannot find a reason to say no, the unconscious says no in its own way.
Unfinished business is our worst business. Perpetual procrastination must yield to perceptive preparation. Today we have a little more time to bless others-time to be kinder, more compassionate, quicker to thank and slower to scold, more generous in sharing, more gracious in caring.
Procrastination is the beginning of poor performance.
I do think that procrastination evolved in humans for good reasons. If you're trying to stay alive as a human being on the savanna 20,000 years ago, worrying about what's right behind that bush is a lot more important than worrying about what might happen three weeks from now.
If we accept and internalize the fact of our own mortality, then, by definition, we have to deal with the essential questions of how we live and spend our allotted time. We have to stop procrastinating, pretending that we have forever to do what we want to do and be what we long to be.
A lobster, when left high and dry among the rock, does not have the sense enough to work his way back to the sea, but waits for the sea to come to him. If it does not come, he remains where he is and dies, although the slightest effort would enable him to reach the waves, which are perhaps within a yard of him. The world is full of human lobsters; people stranded on the rocks of indecision and procrastination, who, instead of putting forth their own energies, are waiting for some grand billow of good fortune to set them afloat.
The problem with tomorrow is that I have never seen a tomorrow. Tomorrow does not exist. Tomorrow only exist in the mind of dreamers and losers.
Whilst we deliberate how to begin a thing, it grows too late to begin it.
Procrastination makes easy things hard, hard things harder.