Quotes About Circle

'My dear friend, that must be a delusion, what can a circle have to do with the number of people alive at a given time?'

After a long time and many questions, Satan said, The spider kills the fly, and eats it; the bird kills the spider and eats it; the wildcat kills the goose; the -- well, they all kill each other. It is murder all along the line. Here are countless multitudes of creatures, and they all kill, kill, kill, they are all murderers. And they are not to blame, Divine One?

El corazón de los humanos no es como el mío. El de los humanos es una línea, mientras que el mío es un círculo y poseo la infinita habilidad de estar en el lugar apropiado en el momento oportuno. La consecuencia es que siempre encuentro humanos en su mejor y en su peor momento. Veo su fealdad y su belleza y me pregunto cómo ambas pueden ser lo mismo. Sin embargo, tienen algo que les envidio: al menos los humanos tienen el buen juicio de morir. - La Muerte

A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and i have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that i'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and i wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing i envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die

The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugliness and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both.

A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

Le cÅ"ur humain est une ligne, tandis que le mien est un cercle, et j'ai la capacité infinie de me trouver au bon moment au bon endroit. En conséquence, je trouve toujours des humains au meilleur et au pire d'eux-mêmes. Je vois leur beauté et leur laideur, et je me demande comment une même chose peut réunir l'une et l'autre. Reste que je les envie sur un point. Les humains ont au moins l'intelligence de mourir.

Thus the pure archetypal harmonies, and their echoes, the musical consonances, are generated by dividing the circle by means of construable, regular polygons; wheras the 'unspeakable' polygons produce discordant sounds, and are useless in the scheme of the universe.

The tired wisdom of knowing that what goes around eventually comes around.

I was already thinking there was no way out of the vicious circle of madness—after all, no one can think with anything but his brain, no one can be outside himself to check whether the processes taking place in his body are normal.

When we cast a circle, we create an energy form, a boundary that limits and contains the movements of subtle forces.

an elipse is an elongated circle

Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.

Ka was like a wheel, its one purpose to turn, and in the end it always came back to the place where it had started.

Life is a wheel, and it always comes back around to where it started.

The sun was a molten coin burning a circle in the low-hanging overcast, surrounded by a fairy-ring of moisture.

The wheels of progress; sooner or later they took you back to where you started from.

Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it had started.

The wheel is come full circle.

Draw a circle, not a heart, around the one you love because a heart can break but a circle goes on forever.

Love is a burning thing and it makes a firey ring.

Beneath soft looks evil burns, And slowly round the old wheel turns. The same mistakes, the same old pride, The priceless armour cast aside. The secret enemy is here. It hides in darkness, fools beware! For day by day its power grows, And when at last its face it shows, Then past and present tales will meet-- The evil circle is complete...

Trust is hard to come by. That's why my circle is small and tight. I'm kind of funny about making new friends.