A Quote by Ashwin Sanghi

Worry is like a rocking chair; it keeps you in motion but gets you nowhere — © Ashwin Sanghi
Worry is like a rocking chair; it keeps you in motion but gets you nowhere
Worry is like rocking in a rocking chair all day, because it keeps you busy but gets you nowhere.
Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but it gets you nowhere.
Use crazy glue and nails to turn a rocking chair into just a chair that looks like a rocking chair.
Until, accustomed to disappointments, you can let yourself rule and be ruled by these strings or emanations that connect everything together, you haven't fully exorcised the demon of doubt that sets you in motion like a rocking horse that cannot stop rocking.
Do not confuse motion and progress. A rocking horse keeps moving but does not make any progress.
Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
I am a boring loner. I enjoy Friday nights at home in my rocking chair with no arms, rocking and relaxing. It's not uncommon for Netflix to be involved. Records are a possibility, but most of it is spent in silence.
[On her 101-year-old sister and herself, at 103:] We have a lot to do ... People don't understand this. They think we're sitting around in rocking chairs, which isn't at all true. Why, we don't even own a rocking chair.
Praying is like a rocking chair - it'll give you something to do, but it won't get you anywhere.
Americans have a taste for…rocking-chairs. A flippant critic might suggest that they select rocking-chairs so that, even when they are sitting down, they need not be sitting still. Something of this restlessness in the race may really be involved in the matter; but I think the deeper significance of the rocking-chair may still be found in the deeper symbolism of the rocking-horse. I think there is behind all this fresh and facile use of wood a certain spirit that is childish in the good sense of the word; something that is innocent, and easily pleased.
Looking at the past is like lolling in a rocking chair. It is so relaxing and you can rock back and forth on the porch, and never go forward.
I appreciate a slight yield, lightness of weight, some motion if possible, because in moving about, the human body determines... the comfort and the measurements of its environment... the human measure is still the strongest factor. But coming back to the chair, there are certain motions we go through - we like to lean back, like to toss things - and if the chair's adaptable it responds and it's almost like wearing a comfortable coat; you really don't know you have it on.
That would bring tears to the eyes of a rocking chair.
When I'm an old dude in a rocking chair, I'll have these great war stories.
The forest of Compiegne. Look at it. Like a kind grandmother dozing in her rocking chair. Old trees practicing curtsies in the wind because they still think Louis XIV is king.
My life isn't over and I'm not going to sit in a rocking chair and take money from the government.
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