Quotes About Repetition

Strongholds are developed from our habits (an act repeated so often that it becomes involuntary, there is no new decision of mind each time the act is performed). Strongholds can also be birthed from judgments that have been made when wounding occurs or when the basic needs of life are not met.

But it was the kind of story that doesn't go away after the first time you tell it so you have to tell it over and over until it goes away for good. If it ever can.

How could they think women a recreation? Or the repetition of bodies of steady interest? Only the ignorant or the busy could.

Ever bike? Now that's something that makes life worth living!...Oh, to just grip your handlebars and lay down to it, and go ripping and tearing through streets and road, over railroad tracks and bridges, threading crowds, avoiding collisions, at twenty miles or more an hour, and wondering all the time when you're going to smash up. Well, now, that's something! And then go home again after three hours of it...and then to think that tomorrow I can do it all over again!

I sort of understood that when I first started: that you shouldn't repeat a success. Very often you're going to, and maybe the first time you do, it works. And you love it. But then you're trapped.

Since the child knew his parents would give in, he tried the same trick again and again.

Surely that couldn't be the end of her first kiss? It seemed sort of pointless, to do that once without doing it again.

It's a vicious cycle. It's like a washing machine with the lid jammed down. -Christina Kratovac (pg 53)

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme

Les vieilles habitudes sont comme une rigole creusée par l'eau, et qui, ensuite, en dirige le cours; et l'on répète les mêmes erreurs.

Dos y dos son cuatro, pero no a veces, ¡Sino siempre!

Man goes round in circles because the structure, the structure of man, is toric

In a daydream I used to have, all these places were points of happiness to me; all these places were lifeboats to my small drowning soul, for I would imagine myself entering and leaving them, and just that - entering and leaving over and over again - would see me through a bad feeling I did not have a name for. I only knew it felt a little like sadness but heavier than that.

It isn't everyday that we want to see a syrupy Van Gogh or hear a piquant fugue by Bach, or make love to a succulent woman, but every day we want to eat; hunger is the recurring desire, the only recurring desire, for sight, sound, sex and power all come to an end, but hunger goes on, and while one might weary of Ravel for ever, one could only ever weary of ravioli for, at most, a day.

Lo que veo es que cada vez hablás peor, repetiste mil veces las mismas palabras.

Both dance and dream are brought into being by the consciousness of a moment. They can never be repeated or successfully imitated. But you can dance and dream again. You must, if life is to continue.

The people of the town, though, remained strangers: I could not realize that I must be seeing some of them over and over again, it was as though each passed through only once, as though there were always new strangers coming here

The old vacuum cleaner keeps dying on her over and over until at last the cleaning woman scares it by yelling: "Motherfucker!

So the question really is, Why doesn't that pain make you say, I won't do it again? When the pain is so bad that you have to say that, but you don't.

A miracle constantly repeated becomes a process of nature.

Whining is when you frequently repeat hot links to yourself and others.

When we have the same thought again, the line of the original thought is deepened, causing what's called a memory trace. With each repetition the trace goes deeper and deeper, forming and embedding a pattern of thought. When an emotion is tied to this thought pattern, the memory trace grows exponentially stronger.

Isn't it funny that when we get married it's called "tying the knot"? For us, this wasn't just an act at the altar.2 It's something we have to do over and over again.

Everyday starts as a repetition of the previous day & ends so with the hope that tomorrow will be no different.