Quotes About Pattern

Experience isn't interesting until it begins to repeat itself. In fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience.

Meditation isn't really about getting rid of thoughts, it's about changing the pattern of grasping on to things, which in our everyday experience is our thoughts.

For every habit we have, for every experience we go through over and over, for every pattern we repeat, there is a NEED WITHIN US for it.

The sense of wrong is simply failure to see where something fits into a pattern, to be confused as to the hierarchical level upon which an event belongs.

You can't call it a mistake, when you do it over and over again.

The Lord is waiting for you to ask Him to get involved in your situation. The quickest and surest way to do this is to humble yourself and then to position yourself for triumph, not just victory, according to God's pattern in Second Chronicles 20:12.

El tapiz rojo que ocultaba a Telassim días atrás había sido cambiado por otro azul que presentaba en el centro un gran heptágono estrellado.

Our shadows, now parallel, now close together and joined, traced an exquisite pattern at our feet.

The fixity of a habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity.

He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true Poem; that is, a composition and pattern of the best and honourablest things; not presuming to sing high praises of heroic men, or famous cities, unless he have in himself the experience and practice of all that which is praise-worthy.

We are obliged to profess that the life of Christ is our example. This, in the first place, are we called unto, and every Christian doth virtually make that profession. No man takes that holy name upon him, but the first thing he signifies thereby is, that he makes the life of Christ his pattern, which it is his duty to express in his own; and he who takes up Christianity on any other terms doth woefully deceive his own soul.

Humans talk about 'fight-flight.' Isn't binary, quaternary: fight, flight, bluff, submit. Every human is different pattern for different conditions, but all humans have all four to an extent. ... All human interaction works on those four responses ...

The maddog was intelligent. He was a member of the bar. He derived rules. Never kill anyone you know. Never have a motive. Never follow a discernible pattern. Never carry a weapon after it has been used. Isolate yourself from random discovery. Beware of leaving physical evidence.

It can take five years for a piece of news to go from one end of space to the other, and the story's going to change in the telling. So you don't listen to the story. You listen to the pattern. And right now, the pattern is, weird fucking shit going on with the Flow.

Everything seems to work with a recurring rhythm except life. There is only one birth and only one death. Nothing else is like that.

The Word is symbol of delight which sucks up men and scenes, trees, plants, factories, and Pekinese. Then the Thing becomes the Word and the back to Thing again, but warped and woven into a fantastic pattern.

If every single man and woman, child and baby, acts and conducts itself in a known pattern and breaks no walls and differs with no one and experiments in no way and is not sick and does not endanger the ease and peace of mind or steady unbroken flow of the town, then that unit can disappear and never be heard of.

Among men, it seems, historically at any rate, the processes of coordination and disintegration follow each other with great regularity, and the index of the coordination is the measure of the disintegration which follows. There is no mob like a group of well-drilled soldiers when they have thrown off their discipline. And there is no lostness like that which comes to a man when a perfect and certain pattern has dissolved about him. There is no hater like one who has greatly loved.

The Word is a symbol and a delight which sucks up men and scenes, trees, plants, factories, and Pekinese. Then the Thing becomes the Word and back to Thing again, but warped and woven into a fantastic pattern.

Grief is the conflicting feelings caused by the end of or change in a familiar pattern of behavior.

I was born in Glasgow. But my family is pretty much from a little town called Paisley, famous for its cotton mills and paisley pattern.

So now I know. I fear the unknown so deeply that I'd rather repeat the same heart-breaking pattern than face something or someone I can't predict.

Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit

Bad habits are like a comfortable bed, easy to get into, but hard to get out of.