Quotes About Cycle

The nature of peoples is first crude, then severe, then benign, then delicate, finally dissolute.

Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.

All motion is curved and all curvature is spiral.

Nature is beautiful, not because it changes beautifully, but simply because it changes.

History is direction—but Nature is extension—ergo, everyone gets eaten by a bear.

Nature always levies her tribute.

Movement, change, light, growth, and decay are the life-blood of nature, the energies that I try to tap through my work.

Nature's standard operating procedure, pairing a population explosion with a population crash.

Nature taking its course - hunter and prey, the endless circle of life and death.

Death is nature's way of killing you.

Hell goes round and round. In shape it is circular, and by nature it is interminable, repetitive, and nearly unbearable.

Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.

Our female bodies are connected with nature just like a garden.

Rocks crumble, make new forms, oceans move the continents, mountains rise up and down like ghosts yet all is natural, all is change.

Where have all the flowers gone

Always begin anew with the day, just as nature does. It is one of the sensible things that nature does.

Every action in Nature is voided as it occurs, is repeated as it is voided, and is recorded as it is repeated.

How lavish is Nature building, pulling down, creating, destroying, chasing every material particle from form to form, ever changing, ever beautiful.

Nature is full of teeth that come in one by one, then decay, fall out.

Every blade in the field - Every leaf in the forest - lays down its life in its season as beautifully as it was taken up.

Each moment of the year has its own beauty.

Nature creates while destroying, and doesn't care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn't extinguished, as long as death doesn't lose its rights.

So all life is a great chain, the nature of which is known whenever we are shown a link of it.

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.