Quotes About Repetition

This is the reason of an appearance very frequent in madmen; that they remain whole days and nights, sometimes whole years, in the constant repetition of some remark, some complaint, or song; which having struck powerfully on their disordered imagination, in the beginning of their frenzy, every repetition reinforces it with new strength, and the hurry of their spirits, unrestrained by the curb of reason, continues it to the end of their lives.

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History repeats itself only in that, from afar, we all seem to lead exactly the same life. We are all born; we all spend time here on earth; we all die. But, up close, we have each walked down our own separate paths. We have stood at our own lonely crossroads. We have touched the lives of others at crucial points, for better or for worse. In the end, each of us has lived a unique life story, astounding and complicated, a story taht could never be repeated.

It was a curious sort of immortality. Everyone in the world would repeat one hour, forever, and never realize that time had come to a quivering halt at that point. And Myron Castleman would be permitted to live forever, piling up experiences and memories, but each of only an hour's duration, each resumed at 12:01 PM on this balmy spring day in Manhattan, standing outside near the Grand Central Tower.

It was unbelievable, there was the dry-cleaning ticket again. There must be more than one.

Instead I dreamt of walking out of the world, of spending all my time inside with no one to talk to, and no one to talk to me. All I wanted was a routine, a series of sterile acts that I could perform without dedication or effort, a life where everything was constantly the same, where every day passed exactly like the one before.

For in grief nothing 'stays put,"' C. S. Lewis writes. "One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral?

Another lesson I learned early is that there is nothing new in Wall Street. There can't be because speculation is as old as the hills. Whatever happens in the stock market to-day has happened before and will happen again. I've never forgotten that. I suppose I really manage to remember when and how it happened. The fact that I remember that way is my way of capitalizing experience.

I slipped our wicker bed and walked the sands where we were also roughly repeated: some young couple, "you did," "I didn't," "you sure the fuck did" – they hugged that bicker to their chests like blankets fighting cold.

Passing from the tyranny of Charles I to the tyranny of Cromwell is like taking a turn in a revolving door; the exertion merely puts you back where you started. If every jobholder in Washington were driven into the Potomac tonight, their places would be taken tomorrow by others precisely like them.

Que apestosa esta huevada. Es como si nada avanzara, las imágenes se repiten.

Every true writer is like a bird; he repeats the same song, the same theme, all his life. For me, this theme as always been revolt.

Giornate che a metterle assieme e pigiarle tutte quante non ne uscirebbe una stilla di vita. Ma la vita è così: ammassata e secca, piena di avvenimenti sterili e ripetuti e sempre uguali e di cui si perde memoria. Spremi, e verrà fuori un pulviscolo di frustrazioni standard e un odore di fenolo, un polverizzarsi di garze faraoniche.

Men do not learn much from the lessons of history and that is the most important of all the lessons of history.

That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons that history has to teach.

Hay cicatrices que se rebelan para volver a su condición primera: heridas. Y su frenesí no se conforma tampoco con retroceder un ciclo: quieren el acto nuevamente.

The same night, the same rain.

A veces me enfurezco. Le digo lo que siento, repito «mierda» infinitas veces. Su sonrisa me devuelve los insultos

Cuando se festejaba mi cumpleaños en medio de las mismas caras, en los mismos lugares, con la misma canción repetida en coro, me asaltaba invariablemente la idea de que esto sólo difería del cumpleaños anterior en la aparición de una vela más sobre un pastel cuyo sabor era idéntico al de la vez pasada.

It never ends, Pinya says. Every time, you think maybe this here is a different world, but it's all the same: they live, we die. So here it is again.

It must be taking enormous energy to do her Janet-did-it-again shtick every day; no wonder she was so worn out.

First time's a fluke; second time's a coincidence," said Velius. "Third time's tradition," finished Erik.

I think I am too old to be doing teen movies. I am just kind of annoyed, because you have all these teen movies coming out with usually either Lindsay Lohan or Hilary Duff doing four of the exact teen movies over and over again.

Night, street and streetlight, drugstore, The purposeless, half-dim, drab light. For all the use live on a quarter century – Nothing will change. There's no way out. – You'll die – and start all over, live twice, Everything repeats itself, just as it was: Night, the canal's rippled icy surface, The drugstore, the street, and streetlight.