inaction

But the only way never to do the wrong thing is never to do anything.

What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?

I know with unqualified certainty that I want to die. But I also know with equivalent certainty that I won't do anything about it. That I will only remain here and wait for death to indulge me.

Many times, the thought of fear itself is greater than what it is we fear.

I hesitate in everything, often without knowing why. How often I've sought _ as my own version of the straight line, seeing it in my mind as the ideal straight line _ the longest distance between two points. I've never had a knack for the active life. I've always taken wrong steps that no one else takes; I've always had to make an effort to do what comes naturally to other people. I've always wanted to achieve what others have achieved almost without wanting it. Between me and life there were always sheets of frosted glass that I couldn't tell were there by sight or by touch; I didn't live that life or that dimension. I was the daydream of what I wanted to be, and my dreaming began in my will: my goals were always the first fiction of what I never was.

The breeding ground of fear is procrastination and inaction. We overcome them not by preparation, but by taking action.

You have only to rest in inaction and things will transform themselves. Smash your form and body, spit out hearing and eyesight, forget you are a thing among other things, and you may join in great unity with the deep and boundless.

No one likes a person that "should of" all over the place.

Not doing anything can be worse than doing the wrong thing.

Satan will tempt you with many things in life, but the most powerful is the temptation to be grateful for what you have, when it is not the best life God had to offer you.

The Leadership Seduction of storytelling invites self-pity, exaggerates one's importance, and encourages inaction.

We must remember balance and moderation. Patience can be spiritually enriching and virtuous_ but when taken in excess, it turns to procrastination, the poison of inaction.

The simple act of sitting here sipping this cappuccino is its own testament to my commitment to living the writer__ life. Which is to say: doing nothing but doing it exceedingly well.

Count Ayakura__ abstraction persisted. He believed that only a vulgar mentality was willing to acknowledge the possibility of catastrophe. He felt that taking naps was much more beneficial than confronting catastrophes. However precipitous the future might seem, he learned from the game of kemari that the ball must always come down. There was no call for consternation. Grief and rage, along with other outbursts of passion, were mistakes easily committed by a mind lacking in refinement. And the Count was certainly not a man who lacked refinement.Just let matters slide. How much better to accept each sweet drop of the honey that was Time, than to stoop to the vulgarity latent in every decision. However grave the matter at hand might be, if one neglected it for long enough, the act of neglect itself would begin to affect the situation, and someone else would emerge as an ally. Such was Count Ayakura__ version of political theory.

One of mankind__ greatest sins is inaction in the face of injustice.

You are only earning the life you get when your inaction allows people to decide for you.

Like hatred, guilt can__ be locked in the silence of forgetting, without taking part of your soul with it.

There was a certain wisdom in doing little, when one was obliged to act in ignorance.