Quotes About Repetition

And, of course, it might simply be that everyone's become a little bored with one another, doing the same things over and over, hearing and telling the same stories.

A sequel is an admission that you've been reduced to imitating yourself.

Mateo runs up and Pablo hugs him. It's amazing, he thinks, that he never gets tired of that sensation.

Eleven Benevolent Elephants. Yeah! Say that five times real fast.

The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.

All life long, the same questions, the same answers.

If anybody wanted to photograph my life, they'd get bored in a day.

Isn't life a series of images that change as they repeat themselves?

There are few things more wearisome in a fairly fatiguing life than the monotonous repetition of a phrase which catches and holds the public fancy by virtue of its total lack of significance.

I stick to the script, I memorize the lines, cause life is movie that I've seen too many times.

There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.

It is not once nor twice but times without number that the same ideas make their appearance in the world.

It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over.

I don't know how often I can discuss one incident in my entire life, but I'll continue to do that.

The real problem is, people think life is a ladder, and it's really a wheel.

Anything one does every day is important and imposing and anywhere one lives is interesting and beautiful.

Funk is the unending cycle of life.

Dusting is a good example of the futility of trying to put things right. As soon as you dust, the fact of your next dusting has already been established.

My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored.

Repetition is the reality and the seriousness of life.

The biggest problem with life is that it's just daily.

A string of thoughts runs through my head like a song I can't get rid of, over and over.

All of our longings are trapped in circles where there is no beginning and no end.

that seasons would come and go with the clouds passing across the sky, but also that everything would come around again and find itself much as it had been generations ago, in the farms and the rivers and the towering cliffs and the gentle running valleys, where life did not move so fast that there wasn't time to settle down with a cup of tea and a piece of shortbread and a book.