Quotes About Cycle

Death, she decides early, is simple. One dies and makes the grass and flowers grow. Everything else is a crock of shit.

I mean that in a consumer society, the family is the means by which most people become tied to a cycle like this: go along with things, so long as you get enough to buy more and more things even though the whole world is exploited so that a relatively small number of people in this country - US! - can live well. (Our own land and air and water are also plundered in the interests of blind consumerism.)

One mischief always introduces another.

I was so angry I knew it would boomerang someplace sometime soon.

When you're at sea, Gwen would probably reply, it's not food. It's fuel, for further exploits. So the exploit fuels the next exploit, and the next the next, and so on? Is there nothing more, nothing else? Is there ever?

My death is the life of another, and I will stand again in the windswept grasses and look through the eyes of the fox and take the air with the eagle and run in the track of the deer.

The dead once lived but the living have not yet died...

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens"

Life moves forward. The old leaves wither, die and fall away, and the new growth extends forward into the light.

Once something has outlived its usefulness in one area of life, its purpose for being in existence is no longer the same. The leaf that captures a stream of sunlight, and then transfers its energy to the tree, serves one purpose in the spring and summer, and another completely different one through the fall and winter.

In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.

Just as human activity is upsetting Earth's carbon cycle, our actions are altering the water cycle.

The land is not old. It only changes, becoming one thing and the next. We are the ones who ascribe age, the brevity of our lives demanding a beginning, middle and end.

The sun shall shine in ages yet to be, The musing moon illumine pastures dim, And afterwards a new nativity For all who slept the dreamless interim.

When you're my age, you have the feeling sometimes that you're seeing the show come round again.

We grow, we mature, some of us give birth, we age, we die.

An old man is twice a child.

The stupid thing about anger is how people hurt you and then you let them keep hurting you by being angry about how they originally hurt you. It's a vicious cycle.

Grief and disappointment give rise to anger, anger to envy, envy to malice, and malice to grief again, till the whole circle be completed.

But this is not the story of a life. It is the story of lives, knit together, overlapping in succession, rising again from grave after grave.

What men know and presume about the earth is part of it, passing always back into it, carried on by it into what they do not know. Even their abuses of it, their diminishments and dooms, belong to it.

We'd been living at Grandpa's for a little more than a year when Mrs. Crandel died. And the next day Kate Helen Branch had a baby. Uncle Burley said that was just the way things were. They put one in and pull another one out.

Again the air is full of falling: the fall of the leaves in the weighty season that brings all home again to the lowly miracle from which they came.

Normal is just a cycle on the washing machine.