Quotes About Cycle

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, zynders to zynders: even those who protest that they never go to funerals have to in the end.

Atrocity has a horrible facility for begetting atrocity.

Samuel Butler had said a century earlier—and did not claim to be the first—that a hen is only an egg's way of making another egg. Butler was quite serious, in his way:

Stejarul face ghinde, dar o ghind? poart? în ea tot stejarul.

Here's something for you to think about, at least. What goes around comes around. And sometimes you get what's coming around.

A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

The most profound sentence ever written, Temple said with enthusiasm, is the sentence at the end of the zoology. Reproduction is the beginning of death.

riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

Reproduction is the beginning of death.

God becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed mountain.

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And we stuffing food in one hole and out behind: food, chyle, blood, dung, earth, food: have to feed it like stoking an engine.

The year returns. History repeats itself. Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. Life, love, voyage round your own little world.

All drunks, particularly those who grew up in alcoholic homes, have that same sense of angst and trepidation, one that has no explainable origins. The fear is not necessarily self-centered, either. It's like watching someone point a revolver at his temple while he cocks and dry-fires the mechanism, over and over again, until the cylinder rotates a loaded chamber into firing position.

Nor do I try to keep a garden, only An avocado in a glass of water -- Roots pallid, gemmed with air. And later, When the small gilt leaves have grown Fleshy and green, I let them die, yes, yes, And start another. I am earth's no less.

It's the ciiiiiiiiiiiiircle of liiiiiiiiiife! Iggy sang

Oh no, it's tomorrow again.

Life goes on, doesn't it? Bud Rankin dies. A baby is born.

When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited.

Upon the union of the male germ cell with the female egg cell, a new cell is created which almost immediately splits into two parts. One of these grows rapidly, creating the human body of the individual with all its organs, and dies only with the individual.

Many cultures have independently developed a belief system in reincarnation that includes return of the unit of consciousness to another physical lifetime on Earth.

Life is a process. We are a process. The universe is a process.

All the body wants to do biologically is decompose. Once you die, it's, 'Let me out here! I'm ready to shoot my atoms back into the universe!'

Women's regular bleeding engenders phantoms.