But the biggest clue seemed to be their expressions. They were hard to explain. Good-natured, friendly, easygoing..and uninvolved. They were like spectators. You had the feeling they had just wandered in there themselves and somebody had handed them a wrench. There was no identification with the job. No saying, "I am a mechanic." At 5 P.M. or whenever their eight hours were in, you knew they would cut it off and not have another thought about their work. They were already trying not to have any thoughts about their work on the job. Robert M. Pirsig
Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you're wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn't love you anymore.
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Lady Gaga
Work without love is slavery.
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Mother Teresa
There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time.
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Coco Chanel
Productiveness is your acceptance of morality, your recognition of the fact that you choose to live--that productive work is the process by which man's consciousness controls his existence, a constant process of acquiring knowledge and shaping matter to fit one's purpose, of translating an idea...
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Ayn Rand
I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am...
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Audre Lorde
More Quotes By Robert M. Pirsig
The place to improve the world is first in one's own heart and head and hands, and then work outward from there.
The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth, " and so it goes away. Puzzling.
In the high country of the mind one has to become adjusted to the thinner air of uncertainty...
What is in mind is a sort of Chautauqua..that's the only name I can think of for it..like the traveling tent-show Chautauquas that used to move across America, this America, the one that we are now in, an old-time series of popular talks intended to...
There is a perennial classical question that asks which part of the motorcycle, which grain of sand in which pile, is the Buddha. Obviously to ask that question is to look in the wrong direction, for the Buddha is everywhere. But just as obviously to...
