Quotes About Cycle

Death belongs to life as birth does The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down

In life the one becomes many. In death the many become one.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

How I have noiselessly floated down the stream of Time, Skipping from life to life, Changing from form to form. In the night, in the morning, All I received, I gave away In ever new gifts, In ever new songs. - Poem 8

So many of us live our lives on autopilot. We wake up, go to work, have dinner, go to sleep... repeat.

In some parts of Ireland the sleep which knows no waking is always followed by a wake which knows no sleeping.

Nobody knows what either sleep or waking consciousness is, even though these two have long been seen as the two sides of being: part of life's unvarying diurnal rhythm.

The waking up of a people is historic. It shows the end of a cycle.

Karma is experience, and experience creates memory, and memory creates imagination and desire, and desire creates karma again. If I buy a cup of coffee, that's karma. I now have that memory that might give me the potential desire for having cappuccino, and I walk into Starbucks, and there's karma all over again.

Repetition is based on body rhythms, so we identify with the heartbeat, or with walking, or with breathing.

The world dies over and over again, but the skeleton always gets up and walks.

I've been present at birth, and death is just as present and in equal balance. And I've been present at death, and birth is just as present, again in equal balance.

Death is not a word to fear, any more than birth is.

My introduction to cell cycle control was provided by a clear, scholarly and beautiful seminar given by John Gerhart one afternoon in the summer of 1979.

Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.

I need the seasons to live to the rhythm of rain and sun.

Sunday is the only day where I can kind of do my own thing and not have it dictated by the news cycle.

But nature, exhausted, takes lovers back into herself as if she couldn't accomplish that kind of vitality twice.

Like the curved pipe of a fountain, your arching boughs drive the sap downward and up again: and almost without awakening it bursts out of sleep, into its sweetest achievement. Like the god stepping into the swan.

Don't you see that everything that happens is always a beginning again.

Eskiden insan biliyordu (ya da belki de seziyordu) ki, meyvenin çekirdeÄŸini ta??mas? gibi, ölümü kendi içinde ta??maktad?r.

Don't you see how everything that happens is always a beginning again, and could it not be His beginning, given that beginnings are in themselves always so beautiful?

It is the secret of the world that all things subsist and do not die, but retire a little from sight and afterwards return again.

Life is a perpetual instruction in cause and effect.