Quotes About Cycle

Nothing in nature is exhausted in its first use...In God, every end is converted into a new means.

Conservatives and Progressives. These two parties, which divide our government—and every other government—have been fighting for control of the world from the very beginning. History is the chronicle of their battles: between nobles and commoners, rulers and rebels, old traditions and new ideas, the rich and the poor. As the world turns, one side gets the upper hand, then the other, and back again. Only the names change.

Each moment of the year has its own beauty

The basic unit of life is the nimesha, the duration of a blink- Fifteen nimeshas make one kastha, thirty kasthas one kaala, thirty kaalas one muhurta; thirty muhurtas make one day. Thirty days is a maasa, a month, one day of the gods and the ancestors. Six maasas make one ayana; two ayanas, solstices, make one year. One human year is one day and night for the devas, uttarayana being the day and dakshinayana the night. Three hundred and sixty human years make a divine one.

For he who lives more lives than one More deaths than one must die . . .

The sun burnt every day. It burnt time.

Life is like underwear, should be changed twice a day.

Out of the nursery into the college and back into the nursery; there's your intellectual pattern for the past five centuries or more.

The comfortable people want only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Even fireworks, for all their prettiness, come from the chemistry of the earth. Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality.

There was a damn silly bird called a Phoenix back before Christ: every few hundred years he built a pyre and burned himself up. He must have been first cousin to Man.

Nothing ever likes to die--not even a room. (p.23 --> The Veldt)

We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Even fireworks, for all their prettiness, come from the chemistry of the earth. Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality.

And the sun goes on, day after day, burning and burning. The sun and time. The sun and time and burning. Burning.

I mean, I think, every night, the sun dies. Going to sleep, I wonder, will it come back? Tomorrow morning, will it still be dead?

the sun goes on, day after day, burning and burning. The sun and time.

Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality.

Saule dedzina katru dienu. T? dedzina Laiku. Pasaule ri??o pa apli un ap savu asi, bet Laiks dedzina gadus un cilv?kus t?pat, bez vi?a l?dzdal?bas. Ja vi?š l?dz ar citiem dedzin?t?jiem dedzin?s cilv?ka roku rad?to, bet saule dedzin?s Laiku, tad ta?u nekas nepaliks p?ri!

Do you see? Out of the nursery into the college and back to the nursery; there's your intellectual pattern for the past five centuries or more.

So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable people only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Even fireworks, for all their prettiness, come from the chemistry of the earth. Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality.

Vivimos en una época en que las flores tratan de vivir de flores, en lugar de crecer gracias a la lluvia y al negro estiércol. Incluso los fuegos artificiales, pese a su belleza, proceden de la química de la tierra. Y, sin embargo, pensamos que podemos crecer, alimentándonos con flores y fuegos artificiales, sin completar el ciclo, de regreso a la realidad.

The sun burned every day. It burned Time.

Campbell surmised "a magical, wonderful accord" growing between the hunter and the hunted, as if they were locked in a "mystical, timeless" cycle of death, burial, and resurrection. Their art—the paintings on cave walls—and oral literature gave form to the impulse we now call religion.

Defects of Samsara The fourth reflection that turns our minds toward the Dharma is the reflection on the defects of samsara. Samsara is a Pali and Sanskrit word that means "perpetual wandering," or the wandering through the endless cycles of existence.

Nothing at all can prevent the universal process of birth, growth, decay, and death.