Quotes About Cycle

In the life of the spirit there is no ending that is not a beginning.

Today is yesterday's effect and tomorrow's cause.

No one thinks of Winter when the grass is green.

No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

The changing year's progressive plan Proclaims mortality to man.

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.

Worry is a complete cycle of inefficient thought revolving about a pivotal fear.

"There's no such thing as death" — In nature, nothing dies; From each sad remnant of decay Some forms of life arise. The faded leaf that falls All sere and brown to earth, Ere long will mingle with the shapes That give the floweret birth.

There is nothing hot that will not get cold.

Drugi dan, druga i nafaka.

travka treba i rosu i kosu.

Life and death oppose each other, yes, but it is only in their opposition that either can exist at all. There is no death without life, and no life without death.

Life is full of circles

The jackal rips out the hare's bowels, but the world rolls on.

Empire as located its existence not in the smooth recurrent spinning time of the cycle of the seasons but in the jagged time of rise and fall, of beginning and end, of catastrophe.

me refiero al mundo, al ancho mundo. Pues eso es el mundo desde cierta perspectiva: una prisión en la que te vas deteriorando, te encorvas, padeces incontinencia, mueres y luego (si crees en ciertas historias en las que yo no creo) te despiertas en alguna playa desconocida donde tienes que repetir otra vez toda la función.

We start by trusting our reason. But, later, we encounter skeptical arguments against that trust and so we stop trusting reason. But once we do this, we no longer have any reason to accept the skeptical arguments themselves and continue our mistrust of reason. At this point, I begin to trust reason again, but then, the skeptical arguments reassert themselves and so forth. We have entered a vicious dialectical loop that, eventually, will reach a sort of intellectual paralysis.

Turned out, her version of true love had a compulsive element to it. Made sense. Happiness had always bored her. A cycle of aching need, followed by ecstatic acquisition or fulfillment, culminating with a glow of satisfaction? That was her fucking jam.

He felt the comfort of being part of an eternal cycle symbolized by the gold strips on either side of the black mourning band he wore. Light, dark, light. The dark was just an interval.

The empty blue sky of space says 'All this comes back to me, then goes again, and comes back again, then goes again, and I don't care, it still belongs to me

I have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do the timeless doing.

All you want to do is run out there and get laid and get beat up and get screwed up and get old and sick and banged around by samsara, you fucking eternal meat of comeback you

the cause of death is birth

the whole world's coming on like a high school sophomore eager to learn what he calls New things, mind you, the same old sing-song sad song truth of death . . . because the reason I yell death so much is because I'm really yelling life, because you cant have death without life