Quotes About Cycle

Before successful therapy, it's the same damn thing over and over.

This was grief: You laugh. You cry. Repeat.

Time itself is cyclic, and by the spiral of its returning seasons we review the progress and growth of our own understanding.

What goes round comes around. And sometimes you get what's coming around. And sometimes you ARE what's coming around.

Summer and Winter, constantly chasing each other, wounding what the other heals and healing what the other wounds.

What goes around comes around. And sometimes you get what's coming around." He paused for a moment, frowning faintly, pursing his lips. "And sometimes you are what's coming around. You see what I mean?

And sometimes you are what's coming around.

What goes around comes around. And sometimes you get what's coming around." He paused for a moment, frowning faintly, pursing his lips. "And sometimes you are what's coming around.

Death was something that happened to everyone - only the timing is different, for each of us.

Sometimes you get what's coming around. And sometimes, you are what's coming around.

Some nights are three nights long, some days a mere noon hour, then whistled back to work, the heart dredging sludge.

Nous sommes imprégnés de cynisme, d'explications psychologiques ou autres, mais la vie est toujours là, ainsi que son essence inacessible, son cycle aussi sûrement installé qu'autrefois.

Tudo o que já foi, é o começo do que vai vir, toda a hora a gente está num cômpito.

acho que o sentir da gente volteia, mas em certos modos, rodando em si mas por regras. O prazer muito vira medo, o medo vai vira ódio, o ódio vira esses desesperos? — desespero é bom que vire a maior tristeza, constante então para o um amor — quanta saudade... —; aí, outra esperança já vem...

The serpent eating itself, tail-first. We live to repeat the same mistakes, to push away the ones we love, to move on when we want to stay, to wait in silence when we should speak. In the life we have chosen to lead, loss is the only constant. Loss, that eats up everything – like the snake, even itself.

Matamos o tempo; o tempo nos enterra.

Ancient Egyptians believed that the first and most necessary ingredient in the universe was chaos. It could sweep you away, but it was also the place from which all things start anew.

You can widen the feet of a compass, but they are still attached at the top; you can spin them away from each other, but you always wind up where you started.

Water never stops moving. Rain falls, and runs down a mountain into a river. The river finds its way to the ocean. It evaporates, like a soul, into the clouds. And then, like everything else, it starts all over again.

All work is seed sown. It grows and spreads and sows itself anew.

This isn't good or bad. It's just the way of things. Nothing stays the same.

It's not true that life is one damn thing after another. It's the same damn thing over and over.

Realized today that my life is a vicious cycle of being drunk and/or hungover.

Love is a cycle of catch and fall; and slip and break. So choose the person who will catch and never let you break.