Quotes About Repetition

Inertia, when first encountered, appears to be an immovable force. We are creatures who like comfort, patterns, and repetition... Yet change is life's only constant.

The mantram becomes one's staff of life and carries one through every ordeal. Each repetition has a new meaning, carrying you nearer and nearer to God.

Monotony and repetition are characteristic of many parts of life, but these do not become sources of conscious discomfort until novelty and entertainment are built up as positive experiences.

Was that life? Well then, once more!

We began reading books together. He loved Dr. Seuss. I read those books so often I could turn the pages and say the words from memory. I became bored with repetition, and I began to make subtle alterations. The story turned into: One fish Two fish Black fish Blue fish I eat you fish And: See them all See them run The man in back He has a gun

No matter how big the lie; repeat it often enough and the masses will regard it as truth.

Don't keep parroting at me!' Halt fumed. 'Stop repeating what I say! I asked you "what", so don't ask

Freemasons, anti-Masons, and interested historians will apparently have to live with the simple fact that constant repetition does not create truth.

How many of your snapshots could easily be replaced by a thousand identical others? Is there any value left in taking yet another photo of the moon, or the Taj Mahal, or the Eiffel Tower? Is a photograph just a kind of souvenir to prove you've been someplace, like a prefabricated piece of furniture that you happened to have assembled yourself?

The original Marx quote (rough) History repeats twice, the first time as tragedy, the second as farce. The addition by Leonard; Technology repeats twice, the first time as farce, and the second as tragedy

In a cyclical system, however, such a linear progression repeats itself endlessly; each end is followed by a new beginning. Determining the time system of Scandinavian mythology presents special challenges because many of the sources were recorded by Christians, whose notion of time was linear and whose notion of history called for an essentially clear chronology.

another. Whereas any constant periodical appearance, or alteration of ideas, in seemingly equidistant spaces of duration, if constant

We have all done this before; we're bored and terrified.

Repeat to remember.

I understood that the rest of my life would consist of causing Ivan to lug that suitcase in and out of his mother's old car, for all our days.

This, she thought, was the sadness of teachers. Each semester is a contained little life - a relationship that begins, peaks, but always ends. They cycle in, cycle out, but you stay in one place. The teacher grows older, but the students never age. They are perpetually eighteen, twenty-one, lives always just on the cusp of beginning. You watch them walk off into the world, knowing you helped them become what they're becoming. You suffer the same ending again and again.

XI I sang his name instead of song; Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along, With my sweetest notes, it was still the same! I sang it low, that the slave-girls near Might never guess, from what they could hear, That all the song was a name.

Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me...-toll The silver iterance!

Experience isn't interesting until it begins to repeat itself. In fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience.

Looking back at a repetition of empty days, one sees that monuments have sprung up. Habit is not mere subjugation, it is a tender tie: when one remembers habit it seems to have been happiness.

Experience isn't interesting till it begins to repeat itself—in fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience

Your enemies have neither the proof nor the backbone to stand against you, but say something often enough in vulnerable ears and incredulity turns to belief.

I can't turn on the television without seeing me, or open the newspaper without seeing me and, honestly, I'm sick to death of me.

It is unthinkable and grotesque that we make the same mistake over and over again. There should be an uproar of children shouting, "What about me?" But they often can't speak and so their plight goes unnoticed...