Quotes About Sameness

Every single one of the letters having been identical.

I never felt any different from anyone else though.

I'm no different than anyone else.

Monotony One monotonous day follows another monotonous day, without change. The same things happen, then happen again. The same moments approach, then grow distant. A month passes and brings another month. Anyone can guess what's coming after: all the tedious events from the day before, until tomorrow looks nothing like tomorrow.

Donuk ve yavan oldu?u halde, ayn? olan? yeniden üretmeye s?rt?n? dayam?? bir ülkeden daha ümit k?r?c? ne vard?r?

Have you set your sights on anyone?" Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "They're all the same. Just like last year." Tom tried to feel badly about that. But he couldn't help feeling a primal pang of relief, his heartbeat settling into a satisfied rhythm... Still mine... still mine.

In death we're all equal.

we should cast aside all childish games that fetter and exhaust body, speech and mind; and stretching out in inconceivable nonaction, in the unstructured matrix, the actuality of emptiness, where the natural perfection of reality lies, we should gaze at the uncontrived sameness of every experience, all conditioning and ambition resolved with finality.

There was too much of a sameness about the evening's delights. He had been the same route too many times. He'd been there before, so double-damned often, and however you traveled—backward, forward, or walking on your hands—you always got to the same place. You got nowhere, in other words, and each trip took a little more out of you.

Can you imagine what it would be like to know that your life was just going to be a series of days that were all the same, that were do-overs?

It's not true that life is one damn thing after another. It's the same damn thing over and over.

People laugh at me because I am different; I laugh at people cause the are all the same.

Dead people are all on the same level.

Repetition is the death of magic.

I do everything that everybody else does.

I'm just the same as everybody else.

The days were heavy and sticky. All identical, one the same as the other. Soon they would even get rid of their one remaining distinction, the shell of their names: Monday, Tuesday, Thursday.

my stints of employment had been eaten away by the acid of boredom, the drip-by-drip sameness of a job causing my mind to yawn and sneak off elsewhere.

I would sum up my fear about the future in one word: boring. And that's my one fear: that everything has happened nothing exciting or new or interesting is ever going to happen again... the future is just going to be a vast, conforming suburb of the soul.

My voice is the same

It was almost (Shmuel thought) as if they were all exactly the same really.

I don't want to change; I just want to be like everyone else. I'm nothing special.

I don't think I've changed since I was a little kid.

I'm trying to equalise the world to say there is no high and low.