Quotes About Cycle

Autumn is the season of change.

There are two times of year: autumn and waiting for autumn.

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day! Every leaf speaks bliss to me, Fluttering from the autumn tree...

Autumn is Spring turned antique.

in the wheel of Earth's years we watch as Autumn's clock tick-tocks in tiny goldenrod September petal'd seconds frosty trees bleed scarlet hours through veins of October leaves amber minutes wither and fall drifting in November's breeze and the silent strike of midwinter turns December's snowflake gears

Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn.

We want it to stay, but autumn always leaves. Beautifully.

We may as well make friends with Change — the instant the Moon is full it's already starting to wane

What boots up must come down.

Death is not warden of life, not thief, nor enemy — but Life's most equal partner.

The first breath is the beginning of death.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I shall be in them.

life blooms right through death and they beautify each other

The last breath is as sacred as the first.

Death is just — a dash between one life and the next.

February makes a bridge and March breaks it.

As is the generation of leaves, so is that of humanity. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the live timber Burgeons with leaves again in the season of spring returning. So one generation of men will grow while another dies.

And it is as grandmothers that our mothers come into the fullness of their grace. When a man's mother holds his child in her gladdened arms he is aware (with some instinctive sense of propriety) of the roundness of life's cycle; of the mystic harmony of life's ways.

Happiness and sadness run parallel to each other. When one takes a rest, the other one tends to take up the slack.

Ma tutte le cose cattive, come quelle buone, hanno una fine...

El objeto, el fin de la vida, era la carne. La vida misma era carne. La vida vivía de la vida. Unos comían y otros eran comidos. La ley consistía, pues, en eso: come o sé comido.

The world began in ending, and it will end in beginning.

You always return to the water...

Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.