John Dos Passos Quotes

On day is pressed on by another.

You know, one, two, three, four, five years go by and then Marcos gets a little boring.

Soon it will be daybreak. Soon the day will break. I can't stop it from breaking in the same way it always does, and then from lying there broken; always the same day, which comes around again like clockwork. It begins with the day before the day before, and then the day before, and then it's the day itself. A Saturday. The breaking day. The day the butcher comes.

The past is there, but life is circular. I have a strong sense of the circularity of time.

Monotony collapses time; novelty unfolds it. You can exercise daily and eat healthily and live a long life, while experiencing a short one. If you spend your life sitting in a cubicle and passing papers, one day is bound to blend unmemorably into the next - and disappear.

Experience isn't interesting until it begins to repeat itself. In fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience.

History has repeated itself many times througout the ages.

Surely a long life must be somewhat tedious, since we are forced to call in so many trifling things to help rid us of our time, which will never return.

Nobody wants to see sketch comedy that's the same sketch they've seen time and time again, or that's just a rehash of that thing.

I'm telling the same story in every film.

New Year's Resolution: To tolerate fools more gladly, provided this does not encourage them to take up more of my time.

I don't think that one day really relates to the next day in life.

The problem with the future is that it keeps turning into the present.

Punctuality is the virtue of the bored.

Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.

I would like to warn you against the mistake that causes people to advance the hands of their clocks, thinking that thereby they are hastening the passage of time

If I sit in the same square room and work on something too long, I feel like you just go mad.

There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

As one gets older, one discovers everything is going to be exactly the same with different hats on.

Once I lived in time as a fish in water, breathing it, drinking it, sustained by it. Now I kill time and time kills me.

Almost all human affairs are tedious. Everything is too long. Visits, dinners, concerts, plays, speeches, pleadings, essays, sermons, are too long. Pleasure and business labor equally under this defect, or, as I should rather say, this fatal super-abundance.

It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.

Hear this or not, as you will. Learn it now, or later -- the world has time. Routine, repetition, tedium, monotony, ephemeracy, inconsequence, abstraction, disorder, boredom, angst, ennui -- these are the true hero's enemies, and make no mistake, they are fearsome indeed. For they are real.

Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.