Quotes About Cycle

All life is a boomerang. We receive what we give.

The lioness giveth birth to cubs which remain three days without life. Then cometh the lion, breatheth upon them, and bringeth them to life.

That which we call death, is but the other side of life.

Everything is everything What is meant to be, will be After winter, must come spring Change, it comes eventually

Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.

Death is very likely the single best invention of life. It is life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.

Life comes full circle.

If there be light, then there is darkness; if cold, heat; if height, depth; if solid, fluid; if hard, soft; if rough, smooth; if calm, tempest; if prosperity, adversity; if life, death.

Time Like a petal in the wind Flows softly by As old lives are taken New ones begin A continual chain Which lasts throughout eternity Every life but a minute in time But each of equal importance

Life is a circle. The end of one journey is the beginning of the next.

It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over.

Waves are the voices of tides. Tides are life.

The real problem is, people think life is a ladder, and it's really a wheel.

Life is about rhythm. We vibrate, our hearts are pumping blood, we are a rhythm machine, that's what we are.

Such is life and life is such and after all it isn't much. First a cradle. Then a hearse. It might have been better, but it could have been worse.

Without birth and death, and without the perpetual transmutation of all the forms of life, the world would be static, rhythm-less, undancing, mummified.

How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!

Death is very likely the single best invention of life.

It is, after all, only common sense to realize that, but for the fact that economic life is a process of incessant internal change, the business cycle, as we know it, would not exist.

Life is a book that never ends. Chapters close, but not the book itself. The end of one physical incarnation is like the end of a chapter, on some level setting up the beginning of another.

In every change, in every falling leaf there is some pain, some beauty. And that's the way new leaves grow.

Funk is the unending cycle of life.

Life begins with an inhale and ends with an exhale. ln between that inhale and that exhale is our life.

Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order.