Quotes About Repetition

You learn things by saying them over and over and thinking about them until they stay in your mind forever, and I think it will be the same with Magic. If you keep calling it to come to you and help you, it will get to be a part of you and it will stay and do things.

Don't plant any Peace roses," a friend and connoisseur of roses advised. "They're such a cliché." But not only are they dazzling, the vanilla cream, peach, and rosy blush colors repeat the colors of the house.

Same Bat time, same Bat place.

I was learning to recognize when God was speaking through someone. He repeats himself. He says it over and over because we are so stubborn, stupid and unwilling. And even scared. Even when he tells us not to be afraid, we set our minds about it, worrying and fretting about every little thing. I was shaken by what God expected us to do.

Sometimes you have to tell the truth, no matter how hard it is. Even when it doesn't change anything. People seem to make the same mistakes over and over again.

Homburg Molly is my daughter, Homburg Molly is my daughter.

Why is it that foolishness repeats itself with such monotonous precision?

Those who would repeat the past must control the teaching of history. —Bene Gesserit Coda

But you invite ..." "I invite a bit of military nonsense." "That's what I ..." "Duncan, I am a teacher. Remember that. By repetition, I impress the lesson." "What lesson?" "The ultimately suicidal nature of military foolishness.

He thinks that by repeating he creates some kind of truth.

Idaho could hear the Tyrant in that judgment. If history had any repetitive patterns, here was one. A drumbeat of repetition. First, a Civil Service law masked in the lie that it was the only way to correct demagogic excesses and spoils systems. Then the accumulation of power in places voters could not touch. And finally, aristocracy.

GeçmiÅŸi hat?rlayamayanlar onu tekrarlamaya makûmdur.

If history had any repetitive patterns, here was one. A drumbeat of repetition. First, a Civil Service law masked in the lie that it was the only way to correct demagogic excesses and spoils systems. Then the accumulation of power in places voters could not touch. And finally, aristocracy.

Those who would repeat the past must control the teaching of history.

That was the Bene Gesserit view of history, ancient Santayana's words resonating in their lives: "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

How excellent! And if you handed one of them the complete scenario of his life, the unvarying dialogue up to his moment of death- what a hellish gift that's be. What other boredom! Every living instant he be replaying what he knew absolutely. No deviation. He could anticipate every response every utterance over and over and over and over and over and…

It is your fate, forgetfulness. All of the old lessons of life, you lose and gain and lose and gain again.

What history teaches us is that men have never learned anything from it." —G. W. F. Hegel, nineteenth-century German philosopher

Leop­ards break in­to the tem­ple and drink all the sac­ri­fi­cial ves­sels dry; it keeps hap­pen­ing; in the end, it can be cal­cu­lat­ed in ad­vance and is in­cor­po­rat­ed in­to the rit­ual.

to be sure, all that pointless standing about and waiting day after day always starting all over again without any prospect of change, will wear a man down and make him doubtful, and ultimately incapable of anything but that despairing standing about.

Leopards break into the temple and drink to the dregs what is in the sacrificial pitchers; this is repeated over and over again; finally it can be calculated in advance, and it becomes a part of the ceremony. (Leoparden brechen in den Tempel ein und saufen die Opferkrüge leer; das wiederholt sich immer wieder; schließlich kann man es vorausberechnen, und es wird ein Teil der Zeremonie.)

And it turns out we really do keep writing the same thing. I ask whether you're sick and then you write about it, I want to die and then you do, I want stamps and then you want stamps, sometimes I want to cry on your shoulder like a little boy and then you want to cry on mine like a little girl. And sometimes and ten times and a thousand times and always I want to be with you and you are saying the same thing. Enough, enough.

leoparzi patrund in Templu si beau din vasele de sacrificiu. evenimentul are loc din nou si din nou. pana la urma devine predictibil. devine parte a ceremoniei.

It is always the same, always the same