Quotes About Cycle

Happy and angry. Happily angry. Everything, all at once. That's life, boy. You just keep getting fuller, until you burst and Allah takes you and casts your soul into another life later on. And so everything just keeps getting fuller.

Round and round and round we go,  And where we stop, nobody knows.

I died as mineral and became a plant, I died as plant and rose to animal. I died as animal and I was human. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying? Yet once more I shall die human, To soar with angels blessed above. And when I sacrifice my angel soul I shall become what no mind ever conceived.

Men tiden går, går storartet. Det er ikke en synlig hånd som skyver på, men går gjør det, aldrig set slikt, det er ingenting før det er høst.

Here and there among the pines are rowans, with ripe coral berries; now the berries are falling, heavy clusters striking the earth. So they reap themselves and sow themselves again, an inconceivable abundance to be squandered every single year. Over three hundred clusters I can count on a single tree. And here and there about are flowers still in bloom, obstinate things that will not die, though their time is really past.

Ach, woman! He raked his fingers through his hair. You want me as much as I want you. Assuming that's true - It's true. - I can't. Not now. It's no' your time of the month. I know that. Ew. Valkyrie didn't have periods. You're the only one here with a monthly cycle, werewolf. - Lucia and Garreth MacRieve

can't. Not now." "It's no' your time of the month. I know that." "Ew." Valkyrie didn't have periods. "You're the only one here with a monthly cycle, werewolf.

Die happily and look forward to taking up a new and better form. Like the sun, only when you set in the west can you rise in the east.

The Hindu religion is the only of the World's great faiths dedicated to the idea that the Cosmos itself undergoes an immense, indeed an infinite, number of deaths and rebirths.

Hell is having to execute a pointless act from which nothing ever comes except the need to do it again.

In Goddess religion death is not feared, but is understood to be a part of life, followed by birth and renewal.

What goes around, comes around.

I do believe that if you continually go through a cycle of amnesty, that you undermine the respect for the law and encourage more illegal immigration into America.

We remain in the Romantic cycle initiated by Rousseau: liberal idealism canceled by violence, barbarism, disillusionment and cynicism.

But, alas! in this world nothing lasts forever. Even the moon is not always perfect in shape, but loses its roundness with time, and flowers bloom and then fade.

Then how can there be a final revolution? There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.

And how can there be a final revolution? There is no final one. The number of revolutions is infinite.

How can there be a final revolution? There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.

Everything will again be simple, regular and limited like a circle.

There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.

Time passes, day by day. The greatness of this country lies in the inexorable journey it has taken through time. Time is like an enormous pot, into which all ugliness and beauty are thrown, all happiness and grief, all life and all death. Cycle follows cycle, living life and dying death. Only the great River rolls on, unending.

Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.

The living and the dead, The awake and the sleeping, The young and the old are all one and the same. When the ones change, they become the others. When those shift again, they become these again. God is day and night. God is winter and summer. God is war and peace. God is fertility and famine. He transforms into many things. Day and night are one. Goodness and badness are one. The beginning and the end of a circle are one.

Money comes to money, and poverty to poverty. Education comes to education, and ignorance to ignorance. Those once victimised by history are likely to be victimised yet again. And those whom history has privileged are more likely to be privileged again.