Quotes About Cycle

I think that the pendulum will swing back to the other side one day.

Political pendulums swing hard and feed on stark contrast.

Everything sent out returns to the source—you.

Whatever you sow, you reap!

You are energy and energy cannot be created or destroyed. Energy just changes form.

To be free means always leaving...or returning to a place where leaves never fall.

In Watermelon Sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar.

Try to maintain the perspective that, in time, everything disintegrates and returns to its initial form.

Meine Handlungen und meine Hirnzustände durchkreuzen sich munter wechselseitig. Eine endlose Abfolge aus Tun und Sein, Sein und Tun: Do be do be do.

The chicken is only an egg's way for making another egg.

A newborn enters REM sleep immediately after falling asleep. By about three months of age she will enter non-REM first, a pattern that will continue for the rest of her life.

And there is an earlier Wilson cycle, too, a billion years old, entrapped alongside the Appalachians: the Grenville, which rises to the surface in Central Park, New York, to remind us that the human and urban is no more than foam on the sea of the past.

As clouds race towards their own release from form, they are replenshied by the mutable process which created them. They drift, not into continuity, but into other, temporary states of being, all of which eventually decompose to melt into the surrounding air. They rise and fall like vaporous civilizations....

'Tis always morning somewhere in the world.

Pleasures in life are like a flowing river. You float away on them and are carried from lifetime to lifetime. They pursue you like hunter pursues his prey. The cycle of birth, death and rebirth goes on and on. It is a long journey for those who do not know the dharma.

Love is the feedback cycle of longing, belonging, loss.

What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

The boy thinks: Something slow and purposeful wants to turn every human building into soil.

If the past is older than the present, then the future must be younger. And we must all go backward with each passing year.

L'amore è un ciclo di feedback dal desiderio alla condivisione, alla perdita. Un moto anti-hebbiano: le attivazioni si fanno sempre più fiacche. (p.243)

MILES BELOW and three centuries earlier, a pollen-coated wasp crawled down the hole at the tip of a certain green fig and laid eggs all over the involute garden of flowers hidden inside. Each of the world's seven hundred and fifty species of Ficus has its own unique wasp tailored to fertilize it. And this one wasp somehow found the precise fig species of her destiny. The foundress laid her eggs and died. The fruit that she fertilized became her tomb.

There's a kind of vole that needs old forest. It eats mushrooms that grow on rotting logs and excretes spores somewhere else. No rotting logs, no mushrooms; no mushrooms, no vole; no vole, no spreading fungus; no spreading fungus, no new trees.

Once you have met your own soul, you know that you are being guided. You are being led from within, and even the inexorable wheel of life is your teacher. It is the cycle of failure and renewal that slowly lowers you into the arms of a very safe God.

The loss and renewal pattern is so constant and ubiquitous that it should hardly be called a secret at all.