Endless Cycle Quotes

The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat.

All work is as seed sown; it grows and spreads, and sows itself anew.

Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.

One way or the other, we?ve always got to chase our tails.

What if what has been said one time not only does not cease to be said but always recommences, and not only recommences but also imposes upon us the idea that nothing has ever truly begun, having from the beginning begun by beginning again.

Society goes on and on and on. It is the same with ideas.

In nothingness, there is everything, energy. The ending is a beginning.

Death is not just the end, it's the beginning.

Sometimes you could tell what it was about - it was interesting - and sometimes it was quite obvious that someone had lost it and it was on an endless loop.

One of us... One of them... One of us... One of them... A rhythm playing like train wheels on a circular track -- never ending but going nowhere.

You can go on like this for a very long time, and no one will notice. You keep thinking you're going to hit some sort of bottom, but I'm here to tell you: There is no bottom.

That's how you get deathless, volchitsa. Walk the same tale over and over, until you wear a groove in the world, until even if you vanished, the tale would keep turning, keep playing, like a phonograph, and you'd have to get up again, even with a bullet through your eye, to play your part and say your lines.

Being a mother is a little like 'Groundhog's Day.' It's getting out of bed and doing the exact same things again and again and yet again - and it's watching it all get undone again and again and yet again. It's humbling, monotonous, mind-numbing, and solitary.

Let the mountains talk, let the river run. Once more, and forever.

What antidote can there be for an idea that popular and poisonous? Revenge provides revenge, which is sure to provide revenge, forming an endless chain of human misery. Here's the antidote: Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Amen.

I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again.

Everything that has been is eternal: the sea will wash it up again.

It's all the same, only the names will change, everyday it seems we're wasting away. Another place, where the faces are so cold, I'd drive all night just to get back home.

Samuel Johnson called it the vanity of human wishes, and Buddhists talk about the endless cycle of desire. Social psychologists say we get trapped on a hedonic treadmill. What they all mean is that we wish, plan and work for things that we think will make us happy, but when we finally get them, we aren't nearly as happy as we thought we'd be.

The end of being is to know; and if you say, the end of knowledge is action,-why, yes, but the end of that action again, is knowledge.

Jean Grey, the Phoenix... she finds a way to reincarnate herself constantly, so one never knows.

Poor, dear God. Playing Idiot's Delight. The game that never means anything, and never ends.

As History stands, it is a sort of Chinese Play, without end and without lesson.