Quotes About Repetition

Read it up – you really should. There is nothing new under the sun. It has all been done before.

There is nothing new under the sun. It has been done before.

The old wheel turns, and the same spoke comes up. It's all been done before, and will be again.

Todo viene en círculo. [...] La vieja rueda se vuelve, y el mismo discurso se repite. Todo ya ha sido hecho antes, y lo será de nuevo.

And we're back where we started. Beginning to feel like I'm riding a hamster wheel.

When Jim Donell thought of something to say he said it as often and in as many ways as possible, perhaps because he had very few ideas and had to wring each one dry.

wherever she goes she will only find the same hell she was running away from.

I sort of thought that maybe people had to talk that way, sort of saying the same things over and over because that way they can get along together without thinking. She stopped and thought. Why I was so worried," she said, "was because if people didn't say those damn things over and over, then they wouldn't talk to each other at all.

say he said it as often and in as many ways as possible, perhaps because he had very few ideas and had to wring each one dry.

This damn place, Natalie said, 2it always turns out not to have the things I want, after all. I get up inside and i knock over an ashtray and everyone looks at me and here I come rushing outdoors because I think it´s where I want to be, and then when I get out here it turns out to be the same old place I passed coming in Thats because you came out the same door, suggested Tony.

To make a long story short, he went round and round—it helped like cupping helps a corpse.

What one forgets once he will often forget again.

It is plainly the case that children repeat everything in their play that has made a powerful impression on them, and that in so doing they abreact the intensity of the ecperience and make themselves so to speak master of the situation.

Pero yo, incluso mucho antes de haber tenido tiempo de meditar detenidamente, comprendí que no debíamos olvidar. SI todos nosotros olvidábamos, podía volver a ocurrir lo mismo al cabo de veinte, cincuenta o cien años

Tragedies are all right for a while: you are concerned, you are curious, you feel good. And then it gets repetitive, it doesn't advance, it grows dreadfully boring: it is so very boring, even for me.

Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day. The housewife wears herself out marking time: she makes nothing, simply perpetuates the present … Eating, sleeping, cleaning – the years no longer rise up towards heaven, they lie spread out ahead, gray and identical. The battle against dust and dirt is never won.

Always the same faces, the same surroundings, the same conversations, the same problems. The more it changes, the more it repeats itself. In the end, you feel as if you're dying alive.

Distesa su un prato, contemplavo, proprio all'altezza del mio occhio, l'accavallarsi dei fili d'erba, tutti identici, ciascuno affondato nella minuscola giungla che gli nascondeva tutti gli altri. Questa ripetizione indefinita dell'ignoranza, dell'indifferenza, equivaleva alla morte. Levai gli occhi alla quercia; dominava il paesaggio e non aveva eguali. Io sarei stata come lei.

But she knew that she still had no plan in life, save always to go along the same streets, past the same people, to the same shops.

He who has seen one cathedral ten times has seen something; he who has seen ten cathedrals once has seen but little; and he who has spent half an hour in each of a hundred cathedrals has seen nothing at all. Four hundred pictures all on a wall are four hundred times less interesting than one picture; and no one knows a cafe till he has gone there often enough to know the names of the waiters. These

Everything comes in circles. [...] The old wheel turns, and the same spoke comes up. It's all been done before, and will be again.

There would be no chance to get to know death at all ...if it happened only once.

For years now I've kind of operated under an informal shopping cycle. A bit like a farmer's crop rotation system. Except, instead of wheat, maize, barley, and fallow, mine pretty much goes clothes, makeup shoes, and clothes (I don't bother with fallow). Shopping is actually very similar to farming a field. You can't keep buying the same thing, you have to have a bit of variety. Otherwise you get bored and stop enjoying yourself.

When I shop, the world gets better, and the world is better, but then it's not, and I need to do it again. (Confessions of a Shopaholic-the movie)