Quotes About Wheel

It spins. The world changes. It turns. Each time it touches the sun and the moon… it takes a new shape. The one thing that does not change… …is my powerlessness. It's turning. If fate is a millstone… …then we are the grist. There is nothing we can do. So I wish for strength. If I cannot protect them from the wheel… …then give me a strong blade… …and enough strength… …to shatter fate.

It's turning. If fate is a millstone… …we are the ones that make it turn. We believe that the crushing wheel… …is guided by an infallible power.

It's my belief that history is a wheel. 'Inconstancy is my very essence,' says the wheel. Rise up on my spokes if you like but don't complain when you're cast back down into the depths. Good time pass away, but then so do the bad. Mutability is our tragedy, but it's also our hope. The worst of time, like the best, are always passing away.

Dans les ateliers de réparation provisoires, les hommes tapaient du marteau, actionnaient les soufflets et forgeaient le fer pour les roues des verdines.

My phone dings with a text. Mom: I bought you a rape whistle. There was a gangland slaying on your street last week. "No, there wasn't, Mom!" I yell, strangling the steering wheel with even more gusto. "There was no gangland slaying!

History is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging.

Revenge is not redress. Revenge is a wheel, and it turns backwards.

Without work, without direction, his thoughts were like a hamster on a wheel, circling and dancing with no destination and no possibility of arrival. With

I've been thinking a lot about rules lately. About karma, I guess, even though most people just viciously abuse that word. They don't give one spangly fuck about the wheel of becoming and unbecoming. They just want to rub themselves raw against the idea that bad things only happen to bad people. Samsara is just something they name their cat.

The soul goes round upon a wheel of stars and all things return....Good and evil go round in a wheel that is one thing and not many. Do you not realise in your heart, do you not believe behind all your beliefs, that there is but one reality and we are its shadows and that all things are but aspects of one thing a centre where men melt into Man and Man into God 'No,' said Father Brown.

Or maybe that was a dream, too, and the awakening would be the changing of the watches, when he would drop down out of his bunk in the lurching forecastle and go up on deck, under the tropic stars, and take the wheel and feel the cool tradewind blowing through his flesh.

Out of joy strength came, strength that was fashioned to bear sorrow: sorrow brought forth joy. Forever? This was Ezekiel's wheel, in the middle of the burning air forever -- and the little wheel ran by faith, and the big wheel ran by the grace of God.

Trying to build the brotherhood of man without the fatherhood of God is like trying to make a wheel without a hub.

Ken Shamrock is the World's Most Dangerous Man? Maybe behind the wheel of a car.

A prophet is the one who, when everyone else despairs, hopes. And when everyone else hopes, he despairs. You'll ask me why. It's because he has mastered the Great Secret: that the Wheel turns.

Yule, lit the fires, the candles to represent the return of light after the darkest night of the winter solstice. She made and hung the wreath, the symbol of the Wheel of the Year.

As the wheel of time turned, there came those who pushed aside the old gods for the gods of greed, for the lust of dominion over the land and the sea, for the glory of what some deemed progress.

Within our aforementioned analogy, the wheel represents the internet and the axle represents the human relationship to computerized technology.

twelve basic slave positions used by Masters Clubs the world over. She did well with them all, even the wheel, which required her to assume a backbend, feet slightly apart, hands firm on the ground. The wheel, not unlike the upward bow in yoga, was the most difficult position to assume and maintain—a true test of strength and endurance.

The torture-wheel shall serve him even as these horses from Hell have served my blood-red lilies of Sotar and my vein-colored irises of Naat and my orchids from Uccastrog which were purple as the bruises of love.

We feel ever obliged by everday charges and tasks. They conscript us more and more. We find world enough in a frame. Until at last we take our places at the wheel, or wall, or line, having somewhere forgotten that we can look up.

An encounter on a springtime road. The random spinning of fortune's wheel. It can sway us, change us, shape or end our days.

Evening. The dead sheathed in the earth's crust and turning the slow diurnal of the earth's wheel, at peace with eclipse, asteroid, the dusty novae, their bones brindled with mold and the celled marrow going to frail stone, turning, their fingers laced with root, at one with Tut and Agamemnon, with the seed and the unborn.

The universe isn't a spinning wheel. It is a cloud of bees flying and veering round. Thank goodness for that, for we were getting drunk on the spinning wheel.