Quotes About Cycle

An involuntary return to the point of departure is, without doubt, the most disturbing of all journeys.

The world goes up and the world goes down, the sunshine follows the rain; and yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown can never come over again.

I travel, always arriving in the same place.

We did not come to remain whole. We came to lose our leaves like the trees, Trees that start again.

I think the tree is an element of regeneration which in itself is a concept of time.

Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers; But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms.

What is last year's snow to me, Last year's anything? The tree Budding yearly must forget How its past arose or set

When the old plum tree blooms, the entire world blooms.

Oak trees come out of acorns, no matter how unlikely that seems. An acorn is just a tree's way back into the ground. For another try. Another trip through. One life for another.

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

The tree is stripped, All color, fragrance gone, Yet already on the bough, Uncaring spring!

I thought that we were all like trees, flexible youths, saplings, who grow up heavy and stiff, spread seeds and get chopped down and turned into notebook paper.

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

One can fall in love as often as a tree grows leaves. It is perfectly natural but not free of guilt and complications, unless one takes oneself to be a leaf.

The difference between a gun and a tree is a difference of tempo. The tree explodes every spring.

All things such as grass and trees are soft and supple in life. At their death they are withered and dry.

A tree is no more valuable than a seed. Both are simply at a different stage in their development.

A tree does not despair when its fruit falls to the ground, because it knows in due time, its seeds will rise.

God help this country if we're now prepared to vote for someone we don't trust. But every election cycle we do things we never dreamed of.

Everything is in constant flux, from state to state, from good to bad and back again... only in transmutation, perpetual motion, lies truth.

Every four years we go through the same cycle of hope and disillusionment.

Energy is neither created nor destroyed. It just changes shape.

All things proceed from Nature—don't they? All things in the heaven, in the earth, and under the earth, act and live as Nature ordains?

That which is sown is not always begotten; but that which is begotten always is sown.