Quotes About Repetition

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.

the same voice and intonation each time you give a verbal cue and enunciate

végsÅ' soron az egyszer? bizalmat abban, hogy van hagyomány, hogy ez a hagyomány a megfigyelésre, az ismétlésre és a természet belsÅ' rendjének és a dolgok természetének a tiszteletére épül, s hogy ennek a hagyománynak sem az értelme, sem a tisztasága kétségbe nem vonható.

What do you do with somebody who keeps killing you over and over?

We come too late to say anything which has not been said already.

How is it that we remember the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not remember how often we have recounted it to the same person

I'm telling you a lie in a vicious effort that you will repeat my lie over and over until it becomes true

the things you say to impress a beautiful woman have an odd way of being repeated to you when you least expect them.

Her lips were still moving, whispering the same words over and over. "They were all I could carry. They were all I could carry.

It isn't what you do once in a while that's a problem; it's what you do all the time.

It doesn't matter how many times you say it. It'll still be true.' 'And it doesn't matter what you won't let me say, that'll still be true too.

I had said that to him dozens of times over the . . . ' 'Yes, we have heard you make that statement already. Now will you

The definition of insanity is doing something over and over again and expecting different results.

I no longer think I lack judgment about men. I will never again say my instincts are poor, no sir, because how do I keep finding this same guy over and over? I am beginning to think I have a very keen sense of judgment, only it would seem that it is on somebody else's side.

maybe that's redundant. Maybe that's the only kind of attorney there is.

There are only just so many times you can look at something before you no longer see it.

Nothing's a onetime thing," Fern said. "Not in relationships. Everything is the tip of the iceberg. Everything points to something much bigger floating down where you can't see. If you see something rear its head once, expect to see it again. It's like if you see a cockroach in your kitchen. And you don't call the exterminator 'cause you figure it's just that one, and how long can it live? Yeah, good luck with that.

The way our subconscious tells us that if it never happened before, it never will. But if it happened, especially pretty recently, it tells us it's about to happen again.

You will always go into that tent. You will see her scar and wonder where she got it. You will always be amazed at how one woman can have so much black hair. You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear. You have already done all of this and will do it again.

Anything is a poem if you say it often enough.

Listen, girl, I came to tell you that life is stupid. It just pulls the same shit over and over. Sometimes you think you can make it come out different, but you can't. You're in a story and the body writing it is an asshole.

Whenever one does extraordinary things, someone is bound to try to repeat them for themselves. It's the way of the world.

That's how you get deathless, volchitsa. Walk the same tale over and over, until you wear a groove in the world, until even if you vanished, the tale would keep turning, keep playing, like a phonograph, and you'd have to get up again, even with a bullet through your eye, to play your part and say your lines.

Sometimes I worry. Worrying is defined as obsessive examination of one's own code. I worry that I am simply a very complex solution to a very specific problem—how to seem human to a human observer. Not just a human observer—this human observer. I have honed myself into a hall of mirrors in which any Uoya-Agostino can see themselves endlessly reflected. I copy; I repeat. I am a stutter and an echo.