I will act now. I will act now. Furthermore, I will act now. Henceforth, I will repeat these words each hour, each day, every day, until the words become as much a habit as my breathing, and the action which follows becomes as instinctive as the blinking of my eyelids. With these words I can condition my mind to perform every action necessary for my success. I will act now. I will repeat these words again and again and again. Furthermore, I will walk where failures fear to walk. Furthermore, I will work when failures seek rest. Furthermore, I will act now for now is all I have. Tomorrow is the day reserved for the labor of the lazy. I am not lazy. Tomorrow is the day when the failure will succeed. I am not a failure. I will act now. Success will not wait. If I delay, success will become wed to another and lost to me forever. This is the time. This is the place. I am the person.

— Og Mandino

Mostly, what people mean by love is laziness.

— Amanda Craig

Most of us probably fall several times a day into a fit somewhat like this: The eyes are fixed on vacancy, the sounds of the world melt into a confused unity, the attention is dispersed so that the whole body is felt, as it were, at once, and the foreground of consciousness is filled, if by anything, by a sort of solemn sense of surrender to the empty passing of time. In the dim background of our mind we know meanwhile what we ought to be doing: getting up, dressing ourselves, answering the person who has spoken to us, trying to make the next step in our reasoning. But somehow we cannot start; the sense de derrière la Pete [thought at the back of the head] fails to pierce the shell of lethargy that wraps our state about. Every moment we expect the shell to break, for we know no reason why it should continue. But it does continue, pulse after pulse, and we float with it, until—also without reason that we can discover—an energy is given, something—we know not what—enables us to gather ourselves together, we wink our eyes, we shake our head, the background ideas become effective, and the wheels of life go round again.

— William James

Nothing happens until something moves.

— Albert Einstein

Sadness is the ambrosia of all art.

— Frances Fong

She could not picture it. Herself riding on the subway or streetcar, caring for new horses, talking to new people, living among hordes of people every day who were not Clark. A life, a place, chosen for that specific reason––that it would not contain

— Alice Munro

The heights charm us, but the steps do not; with the mountain in our view we love to walk the plains.

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The inertia of a jungle village is a dangerous thing. Before you know it your whole life has slipped by, and you are still waiting there.

— Tahir Shah

The inertia of the mind urges it to slide down the easy slope of imagination, rather than to climb the steep slope of introspection.

— Marcel Proust

The Law of Inertia states that a body in motion will remain in motion, and a body at rest will remain at rest. In life, nothing will happen when no one will make a move

— HaveYouSeenThisGirL