Quotes About Cycle

My sun sets to rise again.

Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

This day Time winds th' exhausted chain,To run the twelvemonth's length again.

Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.

Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, that fate is thine.

Because we are not really relating to women and men as they are, but rather to our projections, we will eventually feel disappointed in them, as if they are to blame for not being what we had imagined. The relationship will often tend to fall apart from the misreading and miscommunications on both sides, and not aware of the source of this, we will go through precisely the same cycle with the next person.

It is the natural course of things that power eventually fades and weakens.

This cycle is bound to happen again and again, is part of human nature. The irrational simply, just changes it's look and fashions.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose above the great mountainous island of Tremalking. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

As the Wheel of Time turns, places wear many names. Men wear many names, many faces. Different faces, but always the same man. Yet no one knows the Great Pattern the Wheel weaves, or even the Pattern of an Age. We can only watch, and study, and hope.

The seals that hold back night shall weaken, and in the heart of winter shall winter's heart be born amid the wailing of lamentations and the gnashing of teeth, for winter's heart shall ride a black horse, and the name of it is Death. -from The Karaethon Cycle: The Prophecies of the Dragon

The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of time. But it was a beginning.

The wind blew southwards, through knotted forests, over shimmering plains and toward lands unexplored. This wind, it was not the ending. There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.

We have almost always been linked, Brigitte told Nynaeve without taking her eyes from Cain's. He is usually born well before me--so I know my time approches again when I cannot find him--and I usually hate him at first sight in the flesh. But we nearly always end lovers or wed. A simple story, but I think we have spun it out in a thousand variations.

Why? Rand thought with wonder. Because each time we live, we get to love again.

You break your neck and I'll see it mended just so I can break it again.

The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

La Rueda del Tiempo gira y las eras pasan y dejan tras de sí recuerdos que se convierten en leyenda. La leyenda se difumina, deviene en mito, e incluso el mito se ha olvidado mucho antes de que la era que lo vio nacer retorne de nuevo. En una era llamada la tercera por algunos, una era que ja de venir, una era transcurrida hace mucho, comenzó a soplar un viento...

They were coming back to where they had begun. As her foot hit the spot, Egwene said, 'That's one,' and ran on through the darkness with no one to see but Aviendha, no one to say whether she went back to her tent right then. Aviendha would not have told, but it never occurred to Egwene to stop short of the fifty.

At dawn the day was born, just as twilight gave birth to night, but at dawn, night died, and at twilight, day.

There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

This wind, it was not the ending. There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.

The Wheel of Time and the wheel of a man's life turn alike without pity or mercy