Quotes About Cycle

Bill O'Reilly is smooth. He's one of very few broadcasters I know who can squeeze a weeks-long news cycle from one incident and make it entertaining regardless the time stamp.

In fad standard time, a day is a month, and a fad that lasts two months is a classic.

Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.

There is a wheel on the affairs of men revolve and its mechanism is such that it prevents any man from being always fortunate.

They say that children become men, and men become children. Many generations have grown up, become men, and gone hence.

What can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the Reaper Man?

Slowly, painstakingly, like ants, men would make their paths and civilization and their wars once again, only to have it wash away again.

All men have one entrance into life, and the like going out.

The life of every man is an endlessly repeated performance of the life of man.

Man lives on earth not once, but three times: the first stage of his life is his continual sleep; the second, sleeping and waking by turns; the third, waking forever.

A man may be born, but in order to be born he must first die, and in order to die he must first awake.

Unfortunately, most people never observe the natural cycle of birth and death. They do not realize that for one living thing to survive, another living thing must die.

Knowledge—Zzzzzp! Money—Zzzzzp!—Power! That's the cycle democracy is built on!

As far as the Moon is concerned, he is always full.

Life is life, and death is life, and everything in between.

If spring betrays the summer, would autumn never arrive?

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

We're kind to the pigs and the chickens as well, mama. But then butchery comes and we prosper. It is the way of things.

Energy never dies, Mr. Jackson," the monster reminded Paul. "It just changes into something new.

Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.

At high tide fish eat ants; at low tide ants eat fish.

Sopping, and with no sign of stopping, either- then a breather. Warm again, storm again- what is the norm, again? It's fine, it's not, it's suddenly hot: Boom, crash, lightning flash!

THE DAY The day was a year at first When children played in the garden; The day shrank down to a month When the boys played ball; The day was a week thereafter When young men walked in the garden; the day was itself a day when love grew tall the day shrank down to an hour when old man limped in the garden The day will last forever When it is nothing at all.

He and I have come full circle, except that now he's the child and I'm the adult. This time, he's begging me to stay and I'll soon be the one walking out the door. The cruelty of my next thought shames me: You reap what you sow.