Quotes About Cycle

Every light has its shadow, and every shadow hath a succeeding morning.

I have to re-create the universe every morning when I wake up, and kill it in the evening.

I've been aware of the time passing by they say in the end it's the wink of an eye and when the morning light comes streaming in you'll get up and do it again

Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.

When you really deep down look at it, we go to bed every night, get up every morning, stay here for 70 or 80 years, and then we die.

The lion will lay down with the lamb...but every morning they'll have to provide a new lamb. Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

In a still hot morning, the tide went out and didn't come back in. This was not a spectacular event. The sea did not roll up like a scroll, like the sky in Revelations. It quietly withdrew.

The scent of the morning is prepared by the night; the scent of the night is prepared by the day; everything helps everything!

Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.

Like a child, the earth's going to sleep, or so the story goes. But I'm not tired, it says. And the mother says, You may not be tired but I'm tired

Death is the mother of forms.

Death is the mother of beauty.

A circle is the reflection of eternity. It has no beginning and it has no end - and if you put several circles over each other, then you get a spiral.

Music comes from an icicle as it melts, to live again as spring water.

Most things in music go full circle eventually.

There is no real coming and going, For what is going but coming?

The grand show is eternal It is always sunrise somewhere

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

In nature, there is less death and destruction than death and transmutation.

Daughters hate their mothers; I think it's the law of nature. But you know what? Then they come back.

If we think about things having multiple lives, cradle to cradle, we could design things that can go back to either nature or back to industry forever.

The most mighty of nature's laws is this, that out of Death she brings Life.