Quotes About Repetition

Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?

There are certain outfits you have that make you feel good every time you wear them, and then there are outfits where you wore them too many times in a row because you liked them so much, and now they just feel like garbage.

There are certain outfits you have that make you feel good every time you wear them, and then there are outfits where you wore them too many times in a row because you liked them so much, and now they just feel like garbage. I'm looking at my closet now and everything is garbage.

Supongo que cualquier cosa puede convertirse en ordinario o común si lo haces suficientes veces, pero mi esperanza es que esto nunca lo sea. No para nosotros.

A lot of the stuff people are wearing, the kids from school wear too. Fashion really is cyclical.

You know, I read a study that found that baking is actually therapeutic. It's something to do with the repetition of measuring ingredients, and creativity. Psychologists call it behavioral activation.

There are certain outfits you have that make you feel good every time you wear them, and then there are outfits where you wore them too many times in a row because you liked them so much, and now they just feel like garbage. I'm looking at my closet now and everything looks like garbage.

IT'S NO FUN WATCHING PEOPLE WOUND THEMSELVES SO THAT THEY CAN HOLE UP, NURSE THEMSELVES BACK TO HEALTH, AND REPEAT THE CYCLE. THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO.

The days with the baby felt long but there was nothing expansive about them. Caring for her required me to repeat a series of tasks that had the peculiar quality of seeming both urgent and tedious. They cut the day up into little scraps.

As I've said before, I never understand why people ski down a slope to a bar and then go on a lift so they can ski down the same slope again. That's like walking to the pub on a Sunday, then going home and walking to the pub again. Madness.

The sad thing about any business I suppose, but in mine you see it particularly, is that you're always asked to do what you've already done.

Even the second time around, the lyrics and melody reached through my ears, bypassed my brain, and went straight to my heart, where they wriggled around, causing a hundred different pains.

We can develop the habit of thinking thoughts that are pure, true, and good. We can develop the habits of prayer and meditating on the Scriptures. But these habits will only be developed through frequent repetition.

Probably only an art-worlder like me could assign deeper meaning to something as simple and silly as Tebowing. But, to us, anytime people repeat a stance or a little dance, alone or together, we see that it can mean something. Imagistic and unspoken language is our thing.

I'm getting sick of pretending to be excited every time it's somebody's birthday. What is the big deal? How many times do we have to celebrate that someone was born? Every year, over and over. All you did was not die for twelve months. That's all you've done, as far as I can tell.

No soy nada…, no soy nada…» se repite una y otra vez, mientras, la oscuridad es absorbida por su piel, los latidos de su corazón, como sonidos de una antigua maquinaria de relojería, traquetean en sus oídos.

No soy nada…, no soy nada…» se repite una y otra vez, mientras, la oscuridad es absorbida por su piel

Learn from history or you're doomed to repeat it.

It is always the same. Whether you are walking or going by train, the way always seems shorter the second time than the first. (And that is true of distances that are not to be measured in miles and yards.)

Habit is the explanation of why we seem to forget things so quickly.

Pour faire bonne mesure, j'en rajoute une couche. Le retour du jet d'ail, en quelque sorte.

But in the meantime all the life you have or ever will have is today, tonight, tomorrow, today, tonight, tomorrow, over and over again (I hope), ...

It was not so much that he lied as that there was no truth to tell. He had had his life and it was over and then he went on living it again with different people and more money, with the best of the same places, and some new ones.

The thousand times he had proved it meant nothing. Now he was proving it again.