History is always repeating itself, but each time the price goes up.
All that is born and destroyed is reborn in the sweep of the ages; Life like a decimal ever recurring repeats the old figure.
[T]here is only one large circle that we march in, around and around, each of us with our own little picture -- in front of us -- our own little mirage that we think is the future.
That is the way it is in football: once a scorer, always a scorer.
the anchor man thrown overboard has simply rooted us in history's repeating cycle
Success seems to go round in circles.
I found you a thousand times; I guess you done the same; But then we lose each other; It's like a children's game; As I find you here again; A thought runs through my mind; Our love is like a circle; Let's go 'round one more time.
