Quotes About Repetition

It's happened before. It's all happened before. History is worth shit.

Especially in the modern world, where everybody is so impressed with variety and complexity, so desperate to be entertained, it is a relief to settle into this simple repetitive act.

A residual haunting is a haunting that repeats itself over and over again, like a recording that is frozen in time. It is a mere imprint of an event on the environment, in which the spirit who haunts had once existed.

Your turn THREE TIMES A WEEK IS A HABIT Planning questions: List some activities you'd like to do more frequently in your life. Choose one specific activity to focus on for the next week. When did you last do this activity?

So,' said Ruby, 'tell me gain, what exactly happened out there?' 'Oh, come on Rube!' said her mother laughing. 'We've told you around four times!' But Ruby couldn't get enough of the story - she was kind of proud that her parents had survived such a dicey situation. There was of course another reason for wanting to hear it over and over; it was RULE 14: VERY OFTEN PEOPLE NEGLECT TO TELL THE MOST IMPORTANT DETAIL.

They play like file clerks file.

It's The Addie Show all over again. Every channel, every network.

I have said the word mother to myself so many times it is starting to lose its shock. [...] Repeat any word enough and it will cease to alarm you. Mother mother mother mother . Slowly, so slowly, I am growing used to its weight on the tip of my tongue, its echo and its shape.

And they would do what they always did.

When you think about it, everything has been said before, in one way or another. It's only our experience of it that makes it new.

The multiplicity of the mirrors does not affect the oneness of reflection in the numerous mirrors.

One of the best means by which change occurs is through repeating an act or experiencing a spiritual feeling: for example, repeating certain religious prayers, creeds, or rituals.

In kindergarten, he had learned how to make a bruise: you pressed it over and over with your thumb. The first time it hurt so much your eyes watered. The second time it hurt a little less. The tenth time, it was barely an ache. So he read the note again and again. It didn't stop hurting. His eyes didn't stop watering.

The textbooks are dumbed down to the where your kid sister could probably read them, and the teacher go over and over and over the same stuff anyway, drilling it into your head so that they can ask you one hundred multiple-choice questions to get it all back out of you again.

Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.

et puis on recommence encore le lendemain avec seulement la même règle que la veille et qui est d'éviter les grandes joies barbares de même que les gr-andes douleurs comme un crapaud contourne une pierre sur son chemin…

There are those for whom life is a simple thing, an easy thing, an everyday thing; you write your letters, you "make love",you do "your business" and then you start again tomorrow with the same rules as yesterday, which is to avoid great savage joys as well as great sorrows

Crush humanity out of shape once more, under similar hammers, and it will twist itself into the same tortured forms. Sow the same seeds of rapacious licence and oppression over again, and it will surely yield the same fruit according to its kind.

Crush humanity out of shape once more, under similar hammers, and it will twist itself into the same tortured forms. Sow the same seed of rapacious license and oppression over again, and it will surely yield the same fruit according to its kind.

Whatever her tone with me happened to be, I could put no trust in it, and build no hope on it; and yet I went on against trust and against hope. Why repeat it a thousand times? So it always was.

Around and around the house the leaves fall thick - but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow.

Night after night, the waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon the shore; the sea-birds soar and hover; the winds and clouds are on their trackless flight; the white arms beckon, in the moonlight, to the invisible country far away.

but everything in our intercourse did give me pain. Whatever her tone with me happened to be, I could put no trust in it, and build no hope on it; and yet I went on against trust and against hope. Why repeat it a thousand times? So it always was.

Always the same with you people!