Quotes About Repetition

When you are skinning your customers, you should leave some skin on to heal, so that you can skin them again.

When you are skinning your customers, you should leave some skin on to grow again so that you can skin them again.

When someone shouts 'Skins' at you, its funny the first time. But after a hundred times, you think, 'I do have a name.'

She did not think it was true that women fell in love all at once, but rather, that they fell in love through repitition, just the way someone became brave.

I- I love you like a love song, baby And I keep hittin' repeat-peat-peat-peat

There are some people who fall in love over and over.

The mind loves whatever repeats a pleasurable experience from the past. "I love this" basically means "I love repeating what felt so good before".

She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.

What's difficult to understand about German opera? It's always the same. Boy meets girl, boy falls in love, girl gets devoured by horrible winged creature with claws.

Love itself is obvious.You meet, love, part ways, get hurt and you meet again. I bet people get married because they're tired of repeating those things.

The walls are covered -crammed- with writing. No. Not writing. They are covered with a single four-letter word that has been inscribed over and over, on every available surface. Love.

Love is a kind of dementia with very precise and oft-repeated clinical symptoms.

I also try to surround myself with people I love - make a family out of the company. So I tend to use the same people over and over. There's a sort of Mel Brooks Repertory Company.

I love to watch my movies. You have no idea...I would watch my movies like over a hundred times.

I only really love a book when I have read it at least four times.

Here are instructions for being a pigeon: (1) Walk around aimlessly for a while, pecking at cigarette butts and other inappropriate items. (2) Take fright at someone walking along the platform and fly off to a girder. (3) Have a shit. (4) Repeat.

clearly no thinking presence behind any of the actions of the cells. It all just happens, smoothly and repeatedly and so reliably

Repetition is the death of magic.

The turtle stands on a turtle, which stands on a turtle. That's the universe in whole, boy. It's turtles all the way down.

Nature constantly begins the same things over again, years, days, hours, spaces too. And numbers run end to end, one after another. This makes something in a way infinite and eternal. It is not that any of this is really infinite and eternal, but these finite entities multiply infinitely. Thus only number, which multiplies them, seems to me to be infinite.

Man is so made that if he is told often enough that he is a fool he believes it.

People talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations.

In this life, y'ever notice that you face the same challenges again and again? We all do. They're challenges to your soul. We repeat them until we face them and master them. Yes we all have free will, but there're divine patterns out there, and the battle is to see them.

These thoughts have no meaning. They are idiot mantras that exist in a prearranged cycle: I'm no good, I'm the Angel of Death, I'm stupid, I can't do anything. Thinking the first thought triggers the whole circuit. It's like the flu: first a sore throat, then, inevitably, a stuffy nose and a cough. Once, these thoughts must have had a meaning. They must have meant what they said. But repetition has blunted them. They have become background music, a Muzak medley of self-hatred themes.