Quotes About Cycle

My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise.

It is natural to die as to be born.

Earth is a flower and it's pollinating.

Everything in existence is flowing through the six stages of change.

If the cycle of mating heat was anything like the desire clawing at him, he and Savannah were in for either a difficult time or a glorious one.

As we are in life; we are in death. Life to life soul to soul life to life

If you are winter, then I am spring

After many a summer dies the swan.

The cycle repeated itself at inconsistent intervals, creating invisible eddies that brushed against him like fountains of roiling water.

If he had to die, he decided that he would want an apple tree planted over him, so that his friends and family could eat the fruit born of his body.

All those who are Born Die And all those who Die are Reborn

we never cease hoping--and thus did our Judge condemn us to suffer in saecula.' Ferrante asked: 'But what is it that you hope for?' You might as well ask what you will hope for yourself. ...You will hope that a wisp of wind, the slightest swell of the tide, the arrival of a single hungry leech, can return us, atom by atom, to the great Void of the Universe, where we would somehow again participate in the cycle of life.

The year began with the hanging of one man and ended with the drowning of another.

Nos alegramos cuando vemos al sol alzarse cada mañana y cuando se pone durante la tarde, sin comprender que con él se van también nuestras vidas.

Cash is the oxygen that fuels growth. And the cash conversion cycle (CCC) is a key performance indicator (KPI) that measures how long it takes for a dollar spent on anything (rent, utilities, marketing, payroll, etc.) to make its way through your business and back into your pocket. In

At the end of life death is a departure; but at life's beginning a departure is death.

One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to the shore.

Viajar es nacer y morir a cada instante.

They'd had no choice but to fall into the cycle the growers wanted them in: living on credit, building up debt, and never making enough, even with relief, to break out.

June is spring, July is summer, August is autumn, and everything else is winter.

Some years June is spring, July is summer, August is autumn, and everything else is winter.

Soon, the crops would be planted. By July, the corn would be as tall as a man and go on forever. By October, the leaves would be brownish gold and thin as paper,and when the early winter winds came, the rustling stalks would sound like a hive of bees. That was the cycle of the land, the measure of time. Everything in her daddy's world had been tacked to seasons. Things came and went and lived and died according to sunlight.

When she was little, Elizabeth had often cried when her mama's favorite flowers wilted and died. Now, though, as a woman full grown, she understood the importance of rest. It was the very bleakness of winter that made spring possible.

Just a tick past fruition sits decay.