Quotes About Repetition

Those movies sure got me into a rut.

You should learn from history, your own mistakes and someone else's mistakes or other people's mistakes. For, if you refuse to do just that, then you are bound to repeat them (the mistakes) over and over again. And in case you don't know, it is foolishness to repeat the same mistakes over and over again.

Istoria universal? nu e altceva decât o repetare de catastrofe în aÅŸteptarea unei catastrofe finale.

DecepÅ£iile repetate presupun ambiÅ£ii inumane. Oamenii cu adev?rat triÅŸti sunt aceia care, neputând r?sturna totul, s-au acceptat ca ruin? a idealului lor.

Deceptiile repetate presupun ambitii inumane. Oamenii cu adevarat tristi sint acei care, neputind rasturna totul, s-au acceptat ca ruina a propriului ideal.

Strictly speaking, history does not repeat itself, but since the illusions man is capable of are limited in number, they always return in another disguise, thereby giving some ultradecrepit filth a look of novelty and a tragic glaze.

We can act only against the truth. Man starts over again every day, in spite of everything he knows, against everything he knows.

The ideal: to be able to repeat oneself like... Bach.

The world seems growing young when grave old lawyers and mature philosophers propose a scheme promising so much. It is from these classes that young men suffer commonly the chilling demonstration that their fine plans are opposed to rooted obstacles, that they are repetitions of other plans which failed long ago, and that we must be content with the very moderate results of tried machinery.

I held the feeling in my heart; the urge to discuss it died out. There was all the time in the world. In the endless repetition of other nights, other mornings, this moment, too, might become a dream.

Quando lo stesso tema si presenta per ben due volte in poco tempo, bisogna prestarvi attenzione.

El camino está siempre marcado, pero no en un sentido fatalista. Cada instante, con la respiración, con la mirada, y con los días que se repiten, uno tras otro, se va decidiendo espontáneamente.

For one thing, I was breathing more easily than I had been even yesterday. I was sick to death at the prospect of more suffocatingly lonely nights. The idea that they would be repeated, that was just how life was, made me shudder with horror. Still, having tasted for myself that moment when I suddenly could breathe easy again made my heart beat faster.

You know all the right techniques, all the secrets. You understand how to flow with time, and not get stuck in one place. Once you master one thing and have done it enough, you move on. Or at least you're good at pretending to move on. I think most people live their lives repeating the same patterns, again and again and again.

Mi è capitato di vedere gente allinearsi al punto di vista altrui e mantenere segrete le proprie opinioni soltanto in nome di minimi profitti, nessuno vuole assumersi responsabilità, tutti preferiscono starsene nel mezzo, con vigliaccheria, così che le cose appaiono sempre più torbide e alla fine ci si ritrova imprigionati all'interno di una specie di rigida cornice: ho visto questa storia ripetersi all'infinito.

There was all the time in the world. In the endless repetition of other nights, other mornings, this moment, too, might become a dream.

Pero si él pudiera acostumbrarse al hecho de que todos los días son una absurda repetición del anterior, a estar siempre con la misma persona, a la idea de que únicamente el vuelo de un pequeño corazón puede colorear el mundo..., si fuera capaz, entonces, quizás, algo podría ir cambiando, poco a poco.

Over and over, we begin again.

The author writes a play, then is through with it, aside from collecting royalties. Four weeks of rehearsing and the director's work is done. Theirs are creative jobs. But how would the author feel if he had to write the same play over each night for a year? Or the director to restage it before each performance? They'd be as balmy as Nijinsky in a week. Even the ushers traffic with different people every night. But the actress? She's a caged parrot.

That's one of the many things I hate about life, that it's a hideously clichéd business.

The happiness of most people we know is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition of slowly destructive little things." — Ernest Dimnet

Looking back I can see that there have been no breaks from one departure to the next; I start planning again before we've even arrived back home.

Once you get into the habit of falling in love you will find that it happens quite often and means less and less.

Then she fretted, ah, she fretted, But 'ere six months had gone past, She had got another poodle dog Exactly like the last.… thought Belinda frivolously, but the old song had come into her head and seemed appropriate. Some tame gazelle or some gentle dove or even a poodle dog—something to love, that was the point.