Quotes About Cycle

The natural order of things is immutable. Seed, flower, fruit, decline, death, decay. Seed. Each stage has its own drama and its own particular beauty. If you can see it, you can accept it. The parts are graceful, and so is the whole.

Everything ends. The natural order of things is immutable. Seed, flower, fruit, decline, death, decay. Seed. Each stage has its own drama and its own particular beauty. If you can see it, you can accept it. The parts are graceful, and so is the whole.

History doesn't repeat itself but it rhymes

If you're really a mean person you're going to come back as a fly and eat poop.

If you're really a mean person you're going to come back as a fly and eat poop.

She was the one who was supposed to have walked with him through different lives, being born and loving and dying and being born again. They'd been born for each other, to help each other grow and blossom and discover and evolve.

Light to darkness, Jenny. Darkness to light. It's always been that way.

The world is filled with humans, and as soon as one dies, another appears. What does it matter if I relieve one wretched soul of its misery?

In the human heart there is a perpetual generation of passions; so that the ruin of one is almost always the foundation of another.

Une minute vient de s'écouler. Cela fait environ cent morts et cent nouveau-nés de plus. Une centaine de vagissements et une centaine de derniers soupirs. Le calcul est fait depuis longtemps. Le compte est exact. C'est la balance du grouillement de l'humanité. Dans une heure, il y aura six mille cadavres sous votre lit et six mille petits enfants, tout autour de vous, pleureront par lierre ou dans des berceaux.

Perhaps, after trillions of ages burning in different dynasties of suns, the very best of me may come together again.

These soldiers had done what they had done, and been done unto in return. This was how it went. In the cycle of slaughter, reprisal begat reprisal, forever.

It was the hate of the used and tormented, who are the children of the used and tormented, and whose own children will be used and tormented.

A kiss must end for another to begin, and it did, and did again.

The night felt very long, but it ended as all nights do.

I kept thinking about that drawing in the war council, and our part in all of this. We cheat the bowl. We keep filling it back up, and the monsters keep stabbing their giant forks in, and because of us, there's always more for them to eat. We never lose but we never win, either. We just keep on dying. Is that what we do?

It was enough to marvel at the end of a cycle of reprisals. How seldom it happened, in a long-standing war of hatred, that one side said, "Enough, I deserved that. Let it end here.

La clemencia engendra clemencia, igual que las masacres devienen en masacres.

Karou nehirde y?kanm??t?. Gözya?lar? denize ula?amayacakt? ama vahadaki hurma a?açlar?n? sulayacaklar, birer meyve olup yenecekler ve belki ba?ka gözlerde tekrar gözya?lar?na dönü?eceklerdi. Dünyan?n düzeni bu olamaz. Hay?r, bu. Hiçbir ?ey kaybolmaz. Gözya?lar? bile. Ya umut?

In the cycle of slaughter, reprisal begat reprisal, forever

Everything changes, sweetheart. The universe loves to happen.

Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in everything parting there was some of the joy of meeting as well.

At last, the wheel comes full circle

The world is a wheel. When we rise or fall, we do it together.