Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him.
Kill time and you will kill your career.
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.
Don’t prepare. Begin. Our enemy is not lack of preparation. The enemy is resistance, our chattering brain producing excuses. Start before you are ready.
Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands Resistance.
It’s the start that stops most people.
I’d be more frightened by not using whatever abilities I’d been given. I’d be more frightened by procrastination and laziness.
At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.
The momentum of continuous action fuels motivation, while procrastination kills motivation.
Procrastination is the soul rebelling against entrapment.