Quotes About Cycle

Firewood becomes ash and doesn't go back to being firewood again. But we shouldn't think of firewood as its past and ash as its future. Both firewood and ash have their own position in time and space. The past and future are cut off. Firewood and ash each have their own past and their own future. Just as ash doesn't go back to being firewood, human beings, when they die, don't come back to life again.

There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.

Nearly everything that happened had happened before. The grand lesson of history.

For nothing is truly complete until the day it is finally destroyed.

We can't go back, Mat. The Wheel has turned, for better or worse. And it will keep on turning, as lights die and forests dim, storms call and skies break. Turn it will. The Wheel is not hope, and the Wheel does not care, the Wheel simply is. But so long as it turns, folk may hope, folk may care. For with light that fades, another will eventually grow, and each storm that rages must eventually die. As long as the Wheel turns.

And it came to pass in those days, as it had come before and would come again, that the Dark lay heavy on the land and weighed down the hearts of men, and the green things failed, and hope died. - from Charal Drianaan te Calamon, The Cycle of the Dragon

Like a highstorm, regular in their coming, yet always unexpected.

Life, Vin said. You said that the only reason to create something was so that you could destroy it.

There is a beauty in death -- the beauty of finality, the beauty of completion. For nothing is truly complete until the day it is at last destroyed.

You can't numb those hard feelings without numbing the other affects, our emotions. You cannot selectively numb. So when we numb those, we numb joy, we numb gratitude, we numb happiness. And then we are miserable, and we are looking for purpose and meaning, and then we feel vulnerable, so then we have a couple of beers and a banana nut muffin. And it becomes this dangerous cycle.

For history is like life. The more things change, the more they remain the same.

There's always an end. But the end is always the beginning of something else. The periods we write into our lives are always provisional, in one way or another.

Life is like a pendulum. It swings back and forth between pain and relief. Without ceasing, endless. She

Sólo después de que florezca el roble, que es el último en primavera, despierta el fresno. Me lo imagino como el pastor de los demás árboles, vigilando que las hojas de todos estén verdes antes de florecer él.

But I've come to terms with the fact that you never escape your parents. The roles are simply reversed. You become your parents' parents. - Lisa Holgersson

The day is an epitome of the year. The night is the winter, the morning and evening are the spring and fall, and the noon is the summer.

Every blade in the field - Every leaf in the forest - lays down its life in its season as beautifully as it was taken up.

The seasons and all their changes are in me.

Death is beautiful when seen to be a law, and not an accident. It is as common as life.

the natural remedy is to be found in the proportion which the night bears to the day

The better part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for compost.

Toute mort est l'occasion d'un renouveau : du cadavre sortent des fleurs violentes.

I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.

The world is always dying and always coming back to life. Tide and pulse, and with the turn of the tide a touch of mystery.