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The repetition in Nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical encore. Heaven may encore the bird who laid an egg. If
But the development of human society does not go straight forward; and the epic process will therefore be a recurring process, the series a recurring series - though not in exact repetition.
My greatest fear: repetition.
Now and again thousands of memories
converge, harmonize,
arrange themselves around a central idea
in a coherent form,
and I write a story.
When you repeat a new pattern often, you literally change the neural pathways in your brain. This shift helps true change settle in.
We write in ways that, we generally hope, reflect real life, or at least look familiar to humans. And in life, recurring themes are a recurring theme. We never quite conquer a pet vice or a relationship pattern or a communication habit. We're haunted by our particular demons.
The things, that are repeated again and again, are pleasant.
In the universe we have not to do with repetitions, each time that a cycle is passed, something new is added to the world's evolution and to at its human stage of development
You are what you do repeatedly,
Any act often repeated soon forms a habit; and habit allowed, steady gains in strength, At first it may be but as a spider's web, easily broken through, but if not resisted it soon binds us with chains of steel.
You are what you repeatedly do
Themes recur again and again in my work.
The wheel of the world swings through the same phases again and again.
History may not repeat itself, but it rhymes.
It's a drought in your brain.
All recurring joy is pain refined.
Repetition kills the soul.
He who writes much will not easily escape a manner, such a recurrence of particular modes as may be easily noted.
The endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.
Each thing is of like form from everlasting and comes round again in its cycle.
The relation of repetitions for learning and for repeating English stanzas needs no amplification. These were learned by heart on the first day with less than half of the repetitions necessary for the shortest of the syllable series.
Nature abhors repetition
Innately, there are qualities in human beings that are always repetitive. There are things like love and hate and jealousy that are just going to be there forever.
That recurrent dream had the quality of not being remembered except within the dream itself
If you repeat something, it can become pointless. Some things can repeat and be endlessly fascinating.
History does not repeat itself, but it rhyme.
All of us know history repeats itself, but mighty few of us recognize the repetition until too late.
All poetry comes from repetition.
Always the same. Now a spark of hope flashes up, then a sea of despair rages, and always pain; always pain, always despair, and always the same. When alone he had a dreadful and distressing desire to call someone, but he knew beforehand that with others present it would be still worse.
You can remember the second and the third and the fourth time, but there's no time like the first. It's always there.
For there is a general desire to be endlessly remembered and endlessly repeatable.
repeatedly until
If crisis is the first voice pushing all things, then habitualisation is its echo: the second voice, a whisper, the itch that keeps things moving when they do not really want to, or do not really have to.
Repetition is the father of learning, I repeat, repetition is the father of learning.
Series of syllables which have been learned by heart, forgotten, and learned anew must be similar as to their inner conditions at the times when they can be recited.
The beginning of a habit is like an invisible thread, but every time we repeat the act we strengthen the strand, add to it another filament, until it becomes a great cable and binds us irrevocably thought and act.
Looping. Some days are so dark I can't see anything but a miserable fog of number after number, word after word, clouds of verbs and nouns and none of them the ones that will make time go backward.
To understand recursion, one must first understand recursion.
I tend to describe recurring themes as being part of a writer's DNA - something so deeply embedded in us that even we don't notice it until we've written three or four books.
Over and over, we begin again.
Still it tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow again writhes in this petty pace from day to day until the last syllable of the recorded time
If a certain event repeats itself over and over again, it means somewhere someone has destined it.
Eternally revolving wheel of avidity and suffering;
Repeat anything often enough and it will start to become you.
Since such a repetition is not to be expected, the next thing most like living one's life over again seems to be a recollection of that life, and to make that recollection as durable as possible by putting it down in writing. Hereby,
Any thought or action that you repeat over and over will eventually become a new habit.
Life is a series of relapses and recoveries.
Things happen once only and are never repeated, never return. Except in memory.
Antanaclasic, which means that it keeps using the same word in different senses.
Curving back within myself I create again and again.
I enjoy acronyms. Recursive Acronyms Crablike "RACRECIR" Especially Create Infinite Regress
It is the soothing thing about history that it does repeat itself.
Between repetition and forgetting, it is a marvel that a new thought ever struggles into existence.
How much of you is repetition?
History never repeats itself; at best it sometimes rhymes.
If we do something over and over, it becomes normal. If we see the same thing over and over, it becomes normal.
If you already know what recursion is, just remember the answer. Otherwise, find someone who is standing closer to Douglas Hofstadter than you are; then ask him or her what recursion is.
A small poet repeats himself like a clock.
In the "Intervention" section of the book we go into that looping from a battery of positions (where healer and sufferer are blurred). I'm very interested in "repetition and revision" (to use Suzan Lori-Parks's phrase) and in the culture's desire to loop or repeat.
I'm everlastin, I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as X-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard, FLIP IT
Now it's a daily word
History may not repeat, but it often rhymes.
If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.
Few things in life are certain, and one of them is that you can turn on the television at three in the morning and someone will be singing and dancing on the Indian channel. Proof of Nietzsche's theory of eternal recurrence.
Tradition is a kind of mental illness with a clear symptom of repetition
A poem is learned by heart and then not again repeated. We will suppose that after a half year it has been forgotten: no effort of recollection is able to call it back again into consciousness.
Return often and take me, beloved sensation, return and take me - When memory of the body awakens, and old desire again runs through the blood; when the lips and skin remember, and the hands feel as if they touch again.
Repetition is not repetition, ... The same action makes you feel something completely different by the end
The mind always found its way back to baseline.
Imagine the wheel of time turning in a seemingly endless round, revealing that the beginning is the end of another beginning. This is the cyclic nature of the inward journey of creativity, which is by nature back and down - back in time and down into the soul's depths.
There's something about [cyclically] doing something over and over and over that seems to be particularly demotivating.
Unending was the stream, unending the misery, unending the sorrow.
The task of understanding the past is neverending.
Repeating is harder than anything else.
endless loop, n. See loop, endless.
loop, endless, n,. See endless loop.
Habit has a kind of poetry.
What at one time one refuses to see never vanishes but returns, again and again, in many forms.
Repetition is the mother of learning, the father of action, which makes it the architect of accomplishment.
History does not so much repeat as echo, I suppose.
Before familiarity can turn into awareness the familiar must be stripped of its inconspicuousness; we must give up assuming that the object in question needs no explanation. However frequently recurrent, modest, vulgar it may be it will now be be labeled as something unusual.
Looking repeatedly into the past, you do not necessarily become fascinated with your own life, but rather with the phenomenon of memory.
In my life, I had known suffering, oppression, anxiety; I had never known boredom. I could see no objection to the endless, imbecile repetition of sameness.
History repeats.
Day becomes week, week becomes month and month becomes year.
Never stops, life going on with ups and down, it's our joy and fear.
And if I forget how many times I have been here,
and in how many shapes, this forgetting is the necessary interval of darkness between every pulsation of light. I return in every baby born.
Repetition is the mother of education.
One gets recurrent thoughts about things he had insisted upon and about matters he formed opinions!
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
Naturally, patterns emerge through repetition, and repetition yields up a type of discovery that reveals everything about itself, especially its sorry limits.
What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it
that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me
something other than this,
something not so insistent
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.
Many events seem to happen twice to me; even trifles, unimportant-seeming, recur, as if I were destined to live them again, time reconquered, but with added knowledge and a different outcome.
Repetition creates the master.
Continued eloquence is wearisome.
Love returns to love, again, and again and again.
Every day we wake up into a new world, each sleep causes yet another reincarnation.
Only constant repetition will finally succeed in imprinting an idea on the memory of the crowd.
Doing the same thing in the same way year after year is like eating a quail a day for thirty days. Along toward the middle of the month a fellow begins to long for a broiled crow or a slice of cold dog.
patterns repeat themselves, after all. Always.
As time passes, memory, inevitably, reconstitutes itself.
Long and long has the grass been growing,
Long and long has the rain been falling,
Long has the globe been rolling round.
Memory gallops, then checks up and veers unexpectedly; to memory, the order of occurrence is arbitary