Procrastination is a lazy man’s apology.
People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.
He who puts off nothing till tomorrow has done a great deal.
Giving up on our long-term goals for immediate gratification, my friends, is procrastination.
Do not call procrastination laziness. Call it fear.
Procrastination makes easy things hard, hard things harder.
Stop putting it off! Procrastination breeds guilt, guilt breeds depression, and depression breeds failure.
The assumption of time is one of humanity’s greatest follies. We tell ourselves that there’s always tomorrow, when we can no more predict tomorrow than we can the weather. Procrastination is the thief of dreams.
One of the great challenges of our age, in which the tools of our productivity are also the tools of our leisure, is to figure out how to make more useful those moments of procrastination when we’re idling in front of our computer screens.
Soon is not as good as now.
Procrastination is one of the most common and deadliest of diseases and its toll on success and happiness is heavy.
If we wait until we’ve satisfied all the uncertainties, it may be too late.
If only I could master that demon of procrastination that goes about like a roaring lion and devours all my good intentions, I should become the most punctual man in the world.
Procrastination is a sign of a perfectionist.
Procrastination is opportunity’s assassin.
Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.
The mind of a writer can be a truly terrifying thing. Isolated, neurotic, caffeine-addled, crippled by procrastination, consumed by feelings of panic, self-loathing, and soul-crushing inadequacy. And that’s on a good day.
Time goes on. So whatever you’re going to do, do it. Do it now. Don’t wait.
Procrastination is like a credit card: it’s a lot of fun until you get the bill.
The most pernicious aspect of procrastination is that it can become a habit. We don’t just put off our lives today; we put them off till our deathbed.