Quotes About Cycle

In my beginning is my end.

The world revolves like ancient women, gathering fuel in vacant lots.

Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh; The worlds revolve like ancient women Gathering fuel in vacant lots.

We die with the dying; See, they depart, and we go with them. We are born with the dead: See, they return, and bring us with them.

The end is just the beginning

That corpse you planted last year in your garden, "Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?

What we call the beginning is often the end And to make and end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. — T.S. Eliot, from "Little Gidding," Four Quartets . (Faber & Faber 1959) Originally published 1943.

For what you call restoration to health Is only incubation of another malady.

I believe the moment of birth Is when we have knowledge of death I believe the season of birth Is the season of sacrifice

We die with the dying; see they return and bring us with them.

It was strange how the future seemed tied inseparably to the past, so that both revolved through the present, like a great wheel...

The endless cycle of guilt: the need to escape it and the equally desperate need to cling to it.

Life viewed from nine different camera angles; life played at nine tempos. Mixed, montaged; multiple. In the course of one lifetime. Maybe that's what reincarnation was all about. Reinvention.

In the morning movement is linear, in the afternoon circular, in the evening pendular, at night it retraces, restudies, reobserves, sidling backwards, and in the grey dawn briefly at 5:03 for a second it becomes a point, motionless.

Just like the waves that keep rolling onto the beach, happiness may recede sometimes, but then it comes back. It always comes back.

Sometimes when the year grinds to its end and the new term begins I feel I'm living the life of a fruit fly - the endless ephemeral cycle, each new semester a "fresh start" that leads to the same moribund conclusions.

And what can still delight an inert stone except to become, once more, the bed of a raging torrent?

Las costumbres, Andrée, son formas concretas del ritmo, son la cuota de ritmo que nos ayuda a vivir.

qué otra cosa es el amor sino reincidencia

Las costumbres, Andrée, son formas concretas del ritmo, son la cuota del ritmo que nos ayuda a vivir. No era tan terrible vomitar conejitos una vez que se había entrado en el ciclo invariable, en el método.

Habits, Andrea, are concrete forms of rhythm, are that portion of rhythm which helps to keep us alive.

Habits, Andrea, are concrete forms of rhythm, are that portion of rhythm which helps to keep us alive. Vomiting bunnies wasn't so terrible once one had gotten into the unvarying cycle, into the method. You will want to know why all this work, why

Sólo esa vez, excentrado como un matador mítico para quien matar es devolver el toro al mar y el mar al cielo

Trauma is a time traveller, an ouroboros that reaches back and devours everything that came before.