Quotes About Cycle

Strange how a story sometimes seems to end just how it started, in a circle.

Blood just draws more blood.

The thing is, we are all, in a sense, supper. Walking, talking, breathing suppers, that's what we are. Take you, for instance. YOU are about to be eaten by ME, so that makes you supper. That's obvious. But even a murderous carnivore like myself will be a supper for worms one day. We're all snatching precious moments from the peaceful jaws of time.

La speranza era diventata quasi una maledizione per lei. Avrebbe voluto che non ce ne fosse bisogno. Ah, che tormento quello sperare, che insulto alla propria anima. Perché non c'era un disastro chiaro, completo, in modo da non pensarci più? Questo andirivieni con la speranza era peggio della disperazione…

Bizler k?sa günü daha büyük günün içine al?p küçük yaÅŸamay? daha büyük yaÅŸaman?n döngüsü içine yerleÅŸtirmedikçe her ÅŸey, her ÅŸey bir y?k?md?r.

For each time we lie down to sleep we have within us a body of death which dies with the day that is spent.

WHERE DOES THE TIME GO? IN HONEYDOWN, IT WINDS UP AND WINDS DOWN HERE.

Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.

I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots

Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen, Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.

Sure as Life holds all parts together, Death holds all parts together.

It is not they who give the life, it is you who give the life, Leaves are not more shed from the trees, or trees from the earth, than they are shed out of you.

Great is life...and real and mystical...wherever and whoever, Great is death...Sure as life holds all parts together, death holds all parts together; Sure as the stars return again after they merge on the light, death is as great as life.

La hojita más pequeña de hierba nos enseña que la muerte no existe; que si alguna vez existió, fue sólo para producir la vida.

And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polish'd breasts of melons.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

And as to you corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweetscented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips . . . . I reach to the polished breasts of melons.

Amint elnéztem a szántogató földmívest, Vagy a magot szóró magvetÅ't a mezÅ'n, vagy az aratót, amint arat, Megláttam, ó élet és halál, hasonlatosságaidat; (Az élet, az élet a földmívelés, a halál pedig az aratás.)

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.

La Misma ola vagabunda que te lleva te devuelva.

Each moment incorporates what came right before and what is coming right after.

Violence breeds violence

The layman thinks objectively of an apple as a solid object, but the scientist should think of the apple as one fleeting part of a whole cycle.