Quotes About Cycle

Devout Buddhists believe in sonam—an accounting of righteous deeds that, when large enough, enables one to escape the cycle of birth and rebirth and transcend forever this world of pain and suffering.

escape the cycle of birth and rebirth and transcend forever this world of pain and suffering.

It feels like a moment I've lived a thousand times before, as if everything is familiar, right up to the moment of my death, that it will happen again an infinite number of times, that we will meet, marry, have our children, succeed in the ways we have, fail in the ways we have, all exactly the same, always unable to change a thing. I am again at the bottom of an unstoppable wheel, and when I feel my eyes close for death, as they have and will a thousand times, I awake.

Tiny acts of shitty retribution for tiny acts of shitty retribution for tiny acts of shitty retribution for an original offense that no one could remember. Or for no offense at all.

In my dream, spring came after summer, came after fall, came after winter, came after spring.

It's almost as if each instant is our last and first. We are always dying, and always reborn. And that is living.

And the seasons they go 'round and 'round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game.

Today is tomorrow and yesterday.

al cabo de los siglos, todas las cosas recuperarán su estado anterior

The dawn, the dusk, centuries, arms, and the binding and sundering sea.

Life lives on life. This is the sense of the symbol of the Ouroboros, the serpent biting its tail. Everything that lives lives on the death of something else. Your own body will be food for something else. Anyone who denies this, anyone who holds back, is out of order. Death is an act of giving.

Full circle, from to tomb of the womb to the womb of the tomb, we come

Only birth can conquer death — the birth, not of the old thing again, but of something new. Within the soul, within the body social, there must be — if we are to experience long survival — a continuous "recurrence of birth" (palingenesia) to nullify the unremitting recurrences of death.

The poet Yeats felt we were living in the last of a great Christian cycle. His poem "The Second Coming" says, "Turning and turning in the widening gyre/The falcon cannot hear the falconer;/Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;/Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,/The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere/The ceremony of innocence is drowned.

But the mistery of the woman is no less a mystery than death. Childbirth is no less a mystery; nor the flow of the mother's milk; nor the menstrual cycle -in its accord with the moon. The creative magic of the female body is a thing of wonder in itself.

Only birth can conquer death — the birth, not of the old thing again, but of something new.

Full circle, from the tomb of the womb to the womb of the tomb, we come:

The serpent, who dies and is resurrected, shedding its skin and renewing its life, is the lord of the central tree, where time and eternity come together.

So the essence of life is this eating of itself! Life lives on lives

goodbye..? Why can't we go back to page one and do it all over again?

El amor es como una planta o un animal. Vive y se desarrolla. Nace, crece, envejece y muere.

He gave you life; then will He cause you to die, and will again bring you to life; and again to Him will ye return.

Everywhere we shine death and life burn into something new…

History, too, has a penchant for giving birth to itself over and over again, and those whom it appoints agents of change and progress do not always accept their destinies willingly.