Quotes About Repetition

Apples, apples, apples." Cassiopeia sang along

Repetitive variety - you use as many different ways of articulating the point as necessary to give everyone in the audience a chance to absorb and comprehend the message.

the main lesson of history is humans don't learn from history.

There wasn't a change in the world order that didn't echo other changes in the world order. And the news stopped being new. The very word 'news' became a joke. It was all just a cycle. A slowly rotating downward one. And your tolerance for human beings, making the same mistakes over and over and over and over again, began to fade. It was like being stuck in the same song, with a chorus you had once liked but now made you want to rip your ears off.

the main lesson of history is: humans don't learn from history.

Ser humano consiste en afirmar lo evidente; una y otra vez, hasta el fin de los tiempos.

Dat is de grootste troost van 439 jaar oud zijn. Je doorgrondt de belangrijkste les van de geschiedenis: dat mensen niet van de geschiedenis leren. De 21ste eeuw kan uitdraaien op een slechte cover van de 20ste eeuw, maar wat kunnen we er aan doen? Over de hele wereld zijn de hoofden van mensen gevuld met utopieën die elkaar nooit overlappen. Een recept voor mislukking, maar eentje dat we al kennen, helaas. Vrede is van porselein gemaakt, zoals altijd.

Humans don't learn from history

To be a human is to state the obvious. Repeatedly, over and over, until the end of time.

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit.

Pleasure is exhausted by usage, like a candle consuming itself. It is almost always linked to an activity and naturally leads to boredom by dint of being repeated.

What if what has been said one time not only does not cease to be said but always recommences, and not only recommences but also imposes upon us the idea that nothing has ever truly begun, having from the beginning begun by beginning again.

Povera camera, sei mai stata abitata? Come fa freddo qui, come ti abito poco. Ci sto forse per cancellare tutte le tracce del mio soggiorno? Di nuovo, di nuovo, camminando e rimanendo sempre qui, un altro paese, altre città, altre strade, lo stesso paese.

Truth is not an adequation but anticipation, repetition, and slippage of meaning. Truth allows itself to be reached only through a sort of distance. The thing thought is not the thing perceived. Knowledge is not perception, speech is not one gesture among all the other gestures. For speech is the vehicle of our movement toward truth, as the body is the vehicle of our being in the world.

History, then, is neither a perpetual novelty nor a perpetual repetition, but rather the unique movement that both creates forms and shatters them.

History repeats itself because man remains at the same level of being—namely, he attracts again and again the same circumstances, feels the same things, says the same things, hopes the same things, believes the same things. And yet nothing actually changes. All the articles that were written in the last war are just the same as the articles written in this war, and will be for ever and ever. But what concerns us more is that the same idea applies to ourselves, to each individual person.

History does not repeat itself. The historians repeat one another.

History repeats itself. Historians repeat each other." [ 1880 ]

History,' it has been said, 'does not repeat itself. The historians repeat one another.

First, the weather got hotter every day, and the hay press broke down every day. Second, the boss fell in love with Marian Wray, and the hay press broke down every day. Third, inside of forty-eight hours everybody on that crew hated everybody else, and the hay press broke down every day. Fourth, and most important of all, the hay press broke down every day.

My greatest fear: repetition.

The difference between mad people and sane people . . . is that sane people have variety when they talk-story. Mad people have only one story that they talk over and over.

Begin to imagine what the desirable outcome would be like. Go over these mental pictures and delineate details and refinements. Play them over and over to yourself.

Freud wrote about it a century ago. How we rummage through the armory of the past to retrieve the weapons needed to repeat, repeat, repeat past traumas. He said it was primitive, instinctual, destructive. Like a demon inside us all.