Quotes About Cycle

Your father's doing is in you, like his father's was in him, and we can never start new, we take on all the burden: the only thing that grows is trouble, the disasters get bigger, that's all. I

And each morning the sun came up weaker and whiter, like an old man rising from his bed, and each morning's chill was slower giving up the ground.

Life has no opposite. The opposite of death is birth. Life is eternal.

Death is not an anomaly or the most dreadful of all events as modern culture would have you believe, but the most natural thing in the world, inseparable from and just as natural as its polarity — birth.

It is not true that the up cycle is good and the down cycle bad, except in the mind's judgment. Growth is usually considered positive, but nothing can grow forever. If growth, of whatever kind, were to go on and on, it would eventually become monstrous and destructive. Dissolution is needed for new growth to happen. One cannot exist without the other.

Upon closer scrutiny, however, you will discover that the decomposing tree trunk and rotting leaves not only give birth to new life, but are full of life themselves. Microorganisms are at work.

The opposite of Life is not Death. The opposite of Death is Birth, Life has no opposite.

When you can't stand the endless cycle of suffering anymore, you begin to awaken. So the pain-body too has its necessary place in the larger picture.

Dans l'opprimé d'hier, l'oppresseur de demain.

wherever there were horses or ponies the mushrooms always sprang up.

It is relatively easy to identify those industries where these conditions exist currently (just look at existing returns on capital), and it is for this reason that the really juicy investment returns are to be found in industries which are evolving to this state. The joy from a capital cycle perspective is that most investors are, for a variety of behavioural reasons, taken by surprise. Across many competitive battlefronts, we are always looking out for the next outbreak of peace.

Qué representa esa rueda? —preguntó Pentecost. —Es la rueda de la fortuna, señor —contestó el padre. —¿Y qué significa eso, buen hombre? —Pues que aunque un hombre alcance fama y fortuna, puede volver a caer en la miseria. O al revés. Significa que la vida es como una rueda, señor, que no cesa de girar. Y nos enseña que debemos ser humildes, señor. Pues aunque lleguemos muy alto, podemos caer muy bajo.

Passing from the tyranny of Charles I to the tyranny of Cromwell is like taking a turn in a revolving door; the exertion merely puts you back where you started. If every jobholder in Washington were driven into the Potomac tonight, their places would be taken tomorrow by others precisely like them.

And in this annual barter of food for light, and winter warmth for summer solitude, the whole continent receives as net profit a wild poem dropped from the murky skies upon the muds of March.

Hay cicatrices que se rebelan para volver a su condición primera: heridas. Y su frenesí no se conforma tampoco con retroceder un ciclo: quieren el acto nuevamente.

It never ends, Pinya says. Every time, you think maybe this here is a different world, but it's all the same: they live, we die. So here it is again.

Come il fiore già rigoglioso sullo stelo cade insieme col fiorellino ancora in boccio, al passar della falce che pareggia tutte l'erbe del prato.

come il fiore già rigoglioso sullo stelo cade insieme col fiorellino ancora in boccia, al passar della falce che pareggia tutte l'erbe del prato

Success is often cyclical, with doldrums.

Time can do all sorts of things. It's almost like a magician. It can turn autumn into spring and babies into children, seeds into flowers and tadpoles into frogs, caterpillars into cocoons, and cocoons into butterflies. And life into death. There's nothing that time can't do. Except run backwards. That's its trouble really, it can only go one way.

Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.

All forms that perish other forms supply, (By turns we catch the vital breath and die) Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return.

Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, they rise, they break, and to that sea return.

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