The law is simple. Every experience is repeated or suffered till you experience it properly and fully the first time.
The waiter repeated, "The cocktails are from Mr Seadon. He asked me to tell you that he thought you'd enjoy them. They are called Secrets.
I’m not familiar with this word you were repeating before…‘cojones’, was it?” I blushed as Dominick patted me on the back. “Way to introduce him to the vernacular, Palta.
Always forgive, but never forget, else you will be a prisoner of your own hatred, and doomed to repeat your mistakes forever.
Madness does not come by breaking out, but by giving in; by settling down in some dirty, little, self-repeating circle of ideas; by being tamed.
so that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again...
This new thought has turned into a mantra repeating itself in my head: I am a daring, fun, sexy woman.
Speculation, speculation!' she [Caroline Hamelin] mechanically repeated, struggling with her doubts. 'Ah! the idea of it fills my heart with disturbing anguish.
Prehistory of mankind is way too horrible to be remembered. But if we choose to ignore it, then we'll be doomed to repeat it.
I had once repeated the experiment to reassure myself that this was so, and it was. Ashes to ashes; starch to sugar. A little window into the Creation
Sex should be about mutual enjoyment, connection, the borrowing from another’s fire at a moment when you want it most.
Love is not complicated—just smile, hug, kiss, be kind, and repeat.
In truth, his most ardent fantasy was to hear her saying the three words he had repeated so often already. .
A picture held us captive. And we could not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably.
Faith, Princess," the Prism Cat repeated. "It is a highly underrated weapon against the dark things in this world.
In 1,000 pages of Orafoura’s novel, I noticed he repeated one word twice. It really stood out to me. The word? Sit.
Each imagining himself to be the first last and only alone, whereas he is neither first last nor last nor only not alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity.
Maybe times are never strange to women: it is just one continuous monotonous thing full of the repeated follies of their menfolks.
Then the Warrior realizes that these repeated experiences have but one aim: to teach him what he does not want to learn.
Walk through pain, face it, lay down in it and rest. Get up and walk again, repeat until you reach the end.
Usually, in the studio, on this sort of thing... you just go out and have a play over it, and see what comes, and it's usually - mostly - the first take that's the best one, and you find yourself repeating yourself thereafter.
