Quotes About Cycle

They come and go like seasons, the winter that gives no thought to the spring.

could have devoured the rest of the valley overnight. But a tree isn't a woman; it doesn't bear a single seed. It scatters as many of them as it can, and hopes for some of them to grow.

Keep in mind, always, the principle of evolution through the operation of which everything physical is eternally reaching upward and trying to complete the cycle between finite and infinite intelligences.

like a book read over and over again like one book being a long row of books like leaves and windflowers bending low and bending to be never broken

All told, a cell may need three weeks to finish meiosis.

He explained that the leaf had fallen over and over from that same tree so I would stop trying to understand.

Man is a moral animal abandoned in an amoral universe and condemned to a finite existence with no other prupose than to perpetuate the natural cycle of the species.

the problem is that man is a moral animal abandoned in an amoral universe and condemned to a finite existence with no other purpose than to perpetuate the natural cycle of the species. It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality, at least for a human being. We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.

Days fell off the calendar like dead leaves

A natureza é como uma criança que brinca com as nossas vidas. Quando cansa dos brinquedos quebrados, ela os abandona e substitui por outros.

A háborúnak nincs emlékezete, mivel senkinek sincs bátorsága ahhoz, hogy megértse, mi is történt valójában; aztán egyszer csak nem marad szemtanú, aki elmesélhetné; eljön a pillanat, amikor már senki sem emlékszik, s akkor kezdÅ'dik elölrÅ'l az egész, új arccal, új néven, és azt is felfalja, amit maga után hagyott.

Es como la marea, ¿sabe usted?—decía, ido—. La barbarie, digo. Se va y uno se cree a salvo, pero siempre vuelve, siempre vuelve... y nos ahoga.

It took ten years In the woods to tell that a mushroom Stoppers the mouth of a buried corpse, that birds Are the uttered thought of trees, that a greying wolf Howls the same old song at the moon, year in, year out Season after season, same rhyme, same reason.

The serpentine path is the path of life, a snakelike, meandering path, winding in and out, up and down, with no beginning and no end, into the darkness, into the light.

The lesson for the Intellectual is never to invest so much of yourself in any situation that you are willing to compromise your integrity in order to maintain the illusion. Once that cycle begins, it is nearly impossible to release yourself from it. The Intellectual frees herself from the shadow by knowing who she is at all times and living from her truth.

We live in wonder, blaze in a cycle of passion and apprehension.

WHO HAS HIS BIRTH DAY, HAS HIS BURIALL TOO; AS WE INTO THE WORLD COME, OUT WE GOE.

soles occidere et redire possunt: nobis cum semel occidit breuis lux, nox est perpetua una dormienda.

then when the hurt goes, anger takes its place; when the anger runs out of system, loneliness steps in to take over. it's a never ending circle of emotions; every lost emotion being replaced by another.

You don't need to make a song and dance about the fact the world has spun around the sun one more time.

The worst thing about sleepless nights was the feeling of running in a hamster cage, at least mentally. The same thoughts, over and over . . .

Unless the immigration issue is tackled in a constructive way, Mexico and the United States will probably revert to a historic cycle of confrontation and recrimination.

Life has no beginning, middle or end.

The truth is, when we burn the paper, it will change into something else and will continue on in other forms—as ash, smoke, and heat, in our body and the universe. The heat is one of the next lives of the paper, as is the smoke rising to the sky. The ash will return to the earth and become part of the soil. So the sheet of paper, in its next life, might be a cloud and a rose at the same time.