Quotes About Cycle

Once there were songs for everything, Songs for planting, for growing, for harvesting, For eating, getting drunk, falling asleep, For sunrise, birth, mind-break, and war. For death (those are the heaviest songs and they Have to be pried from the earth with shovels of grief). Now all we hear are falling-in-love songs and Falling apart after falling in love songs.

Nobody goes anywhere though we are always leaving and returning. It's a ceremony. Sunrise occurs everywhere, in lizard time, human time, or a fern uncurling time.

And we go on, keep giving birth and watch ourselves die, over and over. And the ground spinning beneath us goes on talking.

and out of Death there came this life: hers.

Our lives are Möbius strips, misery and wonder simultaneously. Our destinies are infinite, and infinitely recurring. In

Ancak kertenkeleler ölünceye kadar ayn? delikte yaÅŸar.

He was used to seeing some part of him die every day. He watched the leaves falling from the Paradise tree. They all follow the same road. They all go away.

all charity only tends to perpetuate the wretchedness it aims to eradicate

And at some immeasurably remote time beyond human caring the whole uneasy region might sink again beneath the sea and begin the cycle all over again by the slow deposition of new marls, shales, limestones, sandstones, deltaic conglomerates, perhaps with a fossil poet pressed and silicified between the leaves of rock. It

Spring is umbilical or else it is not spring.

When this physical body is no more capable of functioning, energies do not die with it, but continue to take some other shape or form, which we call another life.

Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered, it is the fourth of Seventh-month,

Come lovely and soothing death,Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving,In the day, in the night, to all, to each,Sooner or later delicate death.

Nor for you, for one alone,Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring,For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane and sacred death.

Torn from its branch, the moon waned for a couple of weeks.

War begets quiet, quiet idleness, idleness disorder, disorder ruin; likewise ruin order, order virtue, virtue glory, and good fortune.

The world of capitalism is, essentially, a roller coaster, what goes up, must come down.

Americans are in a cycle of fear which leads to people not wanting to spend and not wanting to make investments, and that leads to more fear. We'll break out of it. It takes time.

And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun

The soil is the great connector of our lives, the source and destination of all.

We cry coming into the world, as everyone around us laughs with joy. And we laugh with joy leaving this world, when everyone around us cries.

We cry coming into the world, as everyone around us laughs with joy. And we laugh with joy leaving this world, when everyone around us cries." ? Wendy Corsi Staub, Awakening

Nature does not know extinction, only transformation

A pattern, by its very nature , should repeat. It is your nature as well, to do as your mother did. As much as you hate it, as much as it grieves you.