Quotes About Cycles

All perceptible matter comes from a primary substance, or tenuity beyond conception, filling all space, the akasha or luminiferous ether, which is acted upon by the life giving Prana or creative force, calling into existence, in never-ending cycles all things and phenomena.

Din acest motiv copiii copiilor copiilor copiilor nostri vor avea si ei razboaie si foamete si boli. Pentru ca ne iubim suferinta. Ne iubim dramele, dar nu recunoastem niciodata.

The moon grew fat and thin, there were solstices, first frosts and spring rains. All these things proceeded without the interference of men. She tried to imagine what the tide looked like, coming in and going out, nipping at the sand like a little dog, heedless of people and their machinations. Her strength returned.

Like the moon, you're only good and visible a few days a month. Exerting influence, pulling up whitecaps. The rest of time falling away, cut up into parts and nobody knows where you are.

But what after all, is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon, and so soon a bird sings, or a faint green quickens, like a turning leaf, in the hollow of the waves. Night, however, succeeds to night. The winter holds a pack of them in store and deals them equally, evenly, with indefatigable fingers. They lengthen; they darken. Some of them hold aloft clear planets, plates of brightness.

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be, are full of trees and changing leaves

So accurately does history repeat itself.

It's happened before. It's all happened before. History is worth shit.

Maybe children just want whatever it is they don't get. And then they grow up and give their children what they wanted, be it silence or information, affection or independence--so that child, in turn, craves something else. With every generation the pendulum swings from opposite to opposite, stillness and peace so elusive.

Life is a series of little deaths out of which life always returns.

We are so attuned to rhythms, to night and day, to fall, winter, spring and summer, year in and year out; to childhood, maturity, and old age; to the very beat of our hearts. Women, in particular, feel the ebb and flow of vigor every month of their reproductive years.

I would like it if men had to partake in the same hormonal cycles to which we're subjected monthly. Maybe that's why men declare war — because they have a need to bleed on a regular basis.

Virtually every process is best carried out at one time or other of the year and that is not something to take lightly... There is much more to seasonality, though, than breeding or migration. Virtually every internal process alters... We humans were clearly highly seasonal beasts until the coming of electric light but traces remain.

I honor health as the first muse, and sleep as the condition of health. Sleep benefits mainly by the sound health it produces; incidentally also by dreams, into whose farrago a divine lesson is sometimes slipped. Life is in short cycles or periods; we are quickly tired, but we have rapid rallies. A man... sinks into deep sleep and wakes with renewed youth, with hope, courage, fertile in resources, and keen for daring adventure.

Six hundred summers, she reflected.Six hundred snowy winters. Thirty-five generations of mortal humanity. And finally, again…the sun.

Paul counted – and for argument's sake, tried to defend his own perspective, tried to imagine the outside world actually cycling through fragments of time drawn from ten distinct periods.

The land is never truly dead. It can always come back. Or what is the meaning of the cycle of seasons and years?" She wiped her tears away and looked at him. His expression in the darkness was much too sad for a moment such as this. She wished she knew a way to dispel that sorrow, and not only for tonight. He said, "That is mostly true, I suppose. Or true for the largest things. Smaller things can die. People, dreams, a home.

Success comes in waves.

But the experiment had never stopped. "There was the transition, very well defined," Swinney said. "So that was great. Then we went on, to look for the next one." There the expected Landau sequence broke down. Experiment failed to confirm theory. At the next transition the flow jumped all the way to a confused state with no distinguishable cycles at all. No new frequencies, no gradual buildup of complexity. "What we found was, it became chaotic.

Everyone knew that the weather was such a system—aperiodic. Nature is full of others: animal populations that rise and fall almost regularly, epidemics that come and go on tantalizingly near-regular schedules. If the weather ever did reach a state exactly like one it had reached before, every gust and cloud the same, then presumably it would repeat itself forever after and the problem of forecasting would become trivial.

All of life is attachment and loss, an unavoidable, rhythmic exchange.

The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived.

King Solomon says in Proverbs that there is nothing new under the sun.

Visas miestas išmiršta, ir ištisas gimsta, irgi išmiršta: vieni ateina, kiti išeina. Namai, nam? gretos, mylios šaligatvi?, kr?vos plyt?, akmenys. Iš rank? ? rankas. Vienas savininkas, kitas. Sakoma, nam? šeimininkas niekad nemiršta. Kai vienam pranešama, kad laikas išvykti, jo vieton stoja kitas. Jie perka namus už auks?, ir visas auksas vis vien j?. Kažkur ?ia slypi apgaul?. <...> Visi yra niekas.