Quotes About Cycle

Here are copies of verses you said you liked. I do not think I could ever write or paint any more. I prepare myself for a cycle of other activities in some other life. I will make rigid my roots and branches. It is not now my turn to burst into leaves and flowers.

Organic growth is a cyclical process; it is just as true to say that the oak is a potential acorn as it is to say the acorn is a potential oak. But the process of writing a poem, of making any art object, is not cyclical but a motion in one direction toward a definite end.

In the coppice, leaves were quietly and majestically floating earthwards in the pomp of death.

Times go by turns, and chances change by course, from foul to fair, from better hap to worse.

But like of each thing that in season grows.

After a Christmas comes a Lent.

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.

In my end is my beginning

Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.

As long as you are not aware of the continual law of Die and Be Again, you are merely a vague guest on a dark Earth.

While woman sheds the Blood of Life each moon at menstruation, man can only shed the blood of death through warfare and killing.

For everything in life there is always a beginning and an end. This is the tough part the most difficult thing when you see that it's coming: The end.

Birth is not a beginning; death is not an end. There is existence without limitation; there is continuity without a starting point.

Everything ends with flowers.

Nothing ever truly dies. The universe wastes nothing, everything is simply transformed.

The two moments are much alike: birth and death are made of the same fabric.

Birth and death; we all move between these two unknowns.

The living are just the dead on holiday

Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.

From contact comes feeling. From feeling comes reaction. This is what keeps us in the cycle of birth and death. Our reactions to our feelings are our passport to rebirth.

Day is pushed out by day, and each new moon hastens to its death. [Lat., Truditur dies die, Novaeque pergunt interire lunae.]

I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.

when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.