Quotes About Cycle

Amo todo lo que fluye, todo lo que contiene el tiempo y el porvenir, que nos devuelve al comienzo donde nunca hay fin.

It has been that way ever since the Greeks—a blind fuck in the mud and then a quick spawn and then death.

En el momento en que nace un niño pasa a formar parte de un mundo en que no hay sólo el ritmo de la vida, sino también el ritmo de la muerte.

A continual oscillation between extremes, with bare stretches that taste like brass and leave the full flavor of emptiness.

Everything grows for everybody. Everything dies for everybody, too.

The purpose of that apple tree is to grow a little new wood each year. That is what I plan to do.

The young may die, but the old must!

Turn, turn, my wheel! 'Tis nature's plan The child should grow into the man, The man grow wrinkled, old, and gray; In youth the heart exults and sings, The pulses leap, the feet have wings; In age the cricket chirps, and brings The harvest home of day.

The sun is new each day.

What was scattered gathers. What was gathered blows away.

We elms of Malvern Hill Remember every thing; But sap the twig will fill: Wag the world how it will, Leaves must be green in Spring.

Yet this is life. For hardly have we mortals by long toilings extracted from this world's vast bulk its small but valuable sperm; and then, with weary patience, cleansed ourselves from its defilements, and learned to live here in clean tabernacles of the soul; hardly is this done, when-There she blows!-the ghost is spouted up, and away we sail to fight some other world, and go through young life's old routine again.

The importance of heart health became very real for me when my father died of heart disease seven years ago. Having experienced the loss first hand, I am inspired to do everything I can to break the cycle and prevent families from losing loved ones to this preventable disease.

Key West is the place where your sickly house plant back in New York grows to 10 ft. It's also the place where an 8-ft. cactus, the century plant, produces a huge yellow flower every great once in a while, like a robot proffering a bouquet. After the plant flowers, it dies.

What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!

The same thing happened today that happened yesterday, only to different people.

Today's news, which may be yesterday's anyway, will be eclipsed tomorrow.

Concentration of wealth yields concentration of political power. And concentration of political power gives rise to legislation that increases and accelerates the cycle.

I try to be as disciplined as I possibly can. I try to live a fairly kind of clean life. I do yoga; I cycle and do weights and swim. I do whatever it takes.

Life is like a wheel. Sooner or later, it always come around to where you started again.

Libraries are filled with stories on generations of brutal men, trapped in a cycle of aggression. I wanted to write about the violence of women.

The poor pay more, and that's one of the reasons people get trapped at the bottom of the economic ladder.

There is a dream on the street. I hear it constantly - finding a piece of land, raising food, building a house. I hear talk of hopelessness. The price of land, you know. Housing is impossible. They are trapped in a cycle. How can you ask for a job after you've been sleeping in the bushes all night?

I have a cycle that is not particularly cool, but it's a cycle: trash myself to reward myself.