Quotes About Repetition

you are the second man to-day that has used that expression to me.

Nada hay nuevo bajo el sol... Cada acto o cada cosa tiene un precedente en el pasado.

It is necessary to hammer every sentence into the masses by repetition and simplification. What is presented as right must shine like gold; what is presented as wrong must be black as pitch. For consumption by the masses, the political processes must be coloured like ginger-bread figures at a fair.

Noi toÈ›i am crezut c? istoria ar putea fi tratat? ca o experien?? de fizic?. Deosebirea este c? în fizic? poÈ›i repeta o experien?? de o mie de ori, dar în istorie o singur? dat?.[...] - ?i acum ce s? facem? întreb? Ivanov. S? st?m cu mâinile încruciÈ™ate pentru c? urm?rile unei acÈ›iuni nu pot fi pe deplin prev?zute È™i de aici rezult? c? orice acÈ›iune este d?un?toare?

Every time a man is begotten and born the clock of human life is wound up anew, to repeat once more its same old tune that has already been played innumerable times, movement by movement and measure by measure, with insignificant variations.

However much the plays and the masks on the world's stage may change it is always the same actors who appear. We sit together and talk and grow excited, and our eyes glitter and our voices grow shriller: just so did others sit and talk a thousand years ago: it was the same thing, and it was the same people: and it will be just so a thousand years hence. The contrivance which prevents us from perceiving this is time.

When we read, another person thinks for us: we merely repeat his mental process.

Chi vive tanto da veder passare due o addirittura tre generazioni di uomini si sente come uno spettatore che, durante la fiera, assiste alle esibizioni di saltimbanchi di ogni specie nei loro baracconi, standosene seduto a guardare lo stesso spettacolo per due o tre volte di seguito: i numeri erano studiati per una sola rappresentazione e, una volta scomparse l'illusione e la novità, non fanno più alcun effetto.

When you recreate the image of man, why repeat God's mistakes?

She knew very well that she knew very well that she knew very well.

Indeed, the most important talent may be the talent for practice itself.

With repetition, a lot of mental functioning becomes automatic and effortless, as when you drive a car to work. Novel situations, however, usually require conscious thought and "workaround" solutions, which are slower to develop, more difficult to execute, and more prone to error.

It is not the destiny of Black america to repeat white america's mistakes. But we will, if we mistake the trappings of success in a sick society for the signs of a meaningful life.

There was good reason why Cleopatra's subjects viewed time as a coil of endless repetitions.

I was still a prisoner in my nightmares, and every morning the play began again.

I say "every so often" but it's more frequent than that.

The individual stories of saltwater slavery form the antithesis of historical narrative, for they feature not an evolving plot of change over time, but rather a tale of endless repetition that allows no temporal progression. Every protagonist was a pioneer, blazing a trail on the same ground traveled by predecessors in saltwater slavery, but without the benefit of historical memory. It is a narrative in which time seems to stand still.

And he wanted to march right in there and do it again.

The fights are always the same

Our language, tiger, our language: hundreds of thousands of available words, frillions of legitimate new ideas... And yet, oh, and yet, we, all of us, spend all our days saying to each other the same things time after weary time: I love you, Don't go in there, Get out, You have no right to say that, Stop it, Why should I, That hurt, Help, Marjorie is dead.

Smyrna's baby grew up to be a youth of the most unparalleled physical attractiveness. Oh dear, I've written this too many times for you to believe me again.

SSDD Same Shit Different Day

Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.

Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.