Quotes About Reiteration

Monologues are self-verifying and self-referencing, a world in their own right, one with its own internal logic that strengthens with reiteration.

My ideas are recycled.

Where had he heard that before?

Every story about me is so heavy and dramatic. That's not how I do life. But that's the impression people have, and that's what keeps getting reiterated. As if I'm still stuck in all the muck of the past. And I am so not.

I have sworn off the news because there is nothing new, and reiteration of the well-known and unfortunate serves no purpose other than as the bad narcotic of despair.

Deja Vu All Over Again

if often telling makes it true.

It should be a known fact that the Arabs never had a problem with anti-Semitism, but we need to state that over and over again.

Somebody like a Piggy or a Kermit, there needs to be several versions and so there will be several of them.

Repetition is the death of magic.

now he had done it again.

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

Izzy believed in redundancy.

It's like deja-vu, all over again.

I'm not really very funny, I just keep recycling jokes.

Repetition will be repeated

This is like deja vu all over again

To be a human is to state the obvious. Repeatedly, over and over, until the end of time.

There is a preparation for phenomenology in the natural attitude. It is the natural attitude which, by reiterating its own procedures, seesaws in phenpmenology. It is the natural attitude which goes beyond itself in phenomenology--and so it does not go beyond itself. Reciprocally, the transcendental attitude is still and in spite of everything 'natural.

History repeats itself. Historians repeat each other." [ 1880 ]

My greatest fear: repetition.

Here again the Japanese method of interior decoration differs from that of the Occident, where we see objects arrayed symmetrically on mantelpieces and elsewhere. In Western houses we are often confronted with what appears to us useless reiteration. We find it trying to talk to a man while his full-length portrait stares at us from behind his back. We wonder which is real, he of the picture or he who talks, and feel a curious conviction that one of them must be fraud.

The formation of a diaspora could be articulated as the quintessential journey into becoming; a process marked by incessant regoupings, recreations, and reiteration. Together these stressed actions strive to open up new spaces of discursive and performative postcolonial consciousness.

I may have said the same thing before...but my explanation, I am sure, will always be different.