Quotes About Repetition

Over time, the repetition, Donald Trump's lies about election rigging, have become a form of background noise, more of the same. And this is a propaganda technique, whether Trump knows it or not.

People say history is boring, and that is true because people are boring. We haven't changed since time began. We're still the same.

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. She actually sometimes thought that was the definition of marriage.

Sometimes you say a word so many times that it loses its meaning...

Sigur, eu sunt un clovn amuzant pentru o dup?-amiaz?, dup? care toÈ›i se satur? de mine pentru o lun? întreag?.

This morning I was wondering whether you ever felt like a cow, having to chew my stale news over and over again until you're so fed up with the monotonous fare that you yawn and secretly wish Anne would dig up something new.

I love ritual and repetition. Without them, I would be a balloon with a slow leak.

History is the poisoned well, seeping into the ground-water. It's not the unknown past we're doomed to repeat, but the past we know. Every recorded event is a brick of potential, of precedent, thrown into the future. Eventually the idea will hit someone in the back of the head. This is the duplicity of history: an idea recorded will become an idea resurrected. Out of fertile ground, the compost of history.

till she found herself saying the words and singing the responses like a parrot.

I like to read things I've read before. It's like listening over and over to your favorite song.

Hauntings only repeat what occurred once upon a time.

What in hell was mortality? Shitting, pissing, eating, and then the same cycle all over again!

each kiss was the perfect consummation of desire. What can we do but reach for the embrace that must now contain both heaven and hell: our doom again and again and again.

death, no matter how often and regularly I am the cause of it.

Sifting through these layers of belongings while Ira stood mute behind her, Maggie had a sudden view of her life as circular. It forever repeated itself, and it was entirely lacking in hope.

she grew numbly, wearily certain that there was no such thing on this earth as real change. You could change husbands, but not the situation. You could change who, but not what. We're all just spinning here, she thought, and she pictured the world as a little blue teacup, revolving like those rides at Kiddie Land where everyone is pinned to his place by centrifugal force.

Of course. We go around and around in this world, and here we go again.

Sometimes, she said, it seems to me there's just these certain types of people that come around and around in our lives, know what I mean? Easy types and hard types; we run into them over and over.

why did I have to keep learning this same thing over and over?

The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.

Marketing guru Jay Levinson figures you have to run an ad twenty-seven times against one individual before it has its desired impact. Why? Because only one out of nine ads is seen, and you've got to see it at least three times before it sinks in.

the fear remains. The old stories of what happened to Joe or Bob or Sue thirty years ago are told over and over. We use them to stoke our fear, to rationalize our desire to hide.

your name repeats itself mantra-like in my head. At night I fall asleep clinging to the hope that you are happy and well...

Mindfulness helps us see the addictive aspect of self-criticism— a repetitive cycle of flaying ourselves again and again, feeling the pain anew.