Here we are in an age of the cookie-cutter sameness.

我们处在个千大同化的时代。

Maybe sameness of body is the key to personal identity.

也许肉体同性才是。

They wrote that they were fed up with the sameness of everything.

他们写道他们对切的格式化忍无可忍了。

How can we survive years of sameness and irritation at the other's habits to sustain love in a happy family?

怎样才能摆脱日复日的枯燥生活和对方令人难以忍受的恶习，维持个爱意浓浓的幸福家庭呢?

What I'm considering right now is the question whether sameness of soul is the key to being the same person.

而是在思考灵魂的致性是否就是成为同个人的关键。

She had even learnt to detect, in the very gentleness which had first delighted her, an affectation and a sameness to disgust and weary.

他以往曾以风度文雅而博得过她的欢心，现在她看出了这里面的虚伪做作，陈腔滥调，觉得十分厌恶。

He woke once more to external reality, looked round him, knew what he saw–knew it, with a sinking sense of horror and disgust, for the recurrent delirium of his days and nights, the nightmare of swarming indistinguishable sameness.

他再次回到了外在的现实。他向四面看了看，明白了他眼前是些什么——他是带着种坠落的恐怖和厌恶明白过来的。他厌恶那日日夜夜反复出现的热病，那些拥来拥去千的面孔所造成的梦魔。