Quotes About Cycle

In a way, the history of jazz's development is a small mirror of classical music's development through the centuries. Now jazz is a living form of original music, while classical music has gotten to the end of its cycle in terms of exploring its form.

Themes rise and fall. Kingdoms rise and fall. Religions rise and fall.

wabi-sabi is the Japanese art of finding beauty in imperfection and profundity in nature, of accepting the natural cycle of growth, decay and death.

Except that's the thing about dying, or experiencing death. It happens, but it's never over.

f a group of guys are hanging around and one guy is doing coke, he'll say, 'Take a hit. You'll feel like a new man.' He's right; the problem is that once you feel like a new man, that new man wants a hit so he can feel like a new man. And that goes on and on until the coke runs out, and you're broke.

The more we try to avoid an experience, the more we ensure its return.

As we look deeply within, we understand our perfect balance. There is no fear of the cycle of birth, life and death. For when you stand in the present moment, you are timeless.

Birth and death - what could be more monstrous than that? We like to deceive ourselves and call it wondrous and beautiful and majestic, but it's freakish, let's face it.

One thing's sure and nothing surer. The rich get richer and the poor get- children

As budget cuts cripple civilian agencies and programs, they lose their ability to perform ad they once did, so we look to the military to pick up the slack. . . . This requires still higher military budgets, which continues the devastating cycle.

Hay momentos en los que me parece que no siento nada y que puedo trabajar, luego la angustia regresa con el desánimo.

Pain comes to us from deep back, from where it grew in the human body. Pain sucks more pain into it, we don't know why. It lives, and we harbor its weight. When the worst comes, we will not act the opposite. We will do what we were taught, we who learnt our lessons in the dead light. We pass them on. We hurt, and hurt others, in a circular motion.

There is very little said about how repetitious grief is.

Death is alive, they whispered. Death lives inside life, as bones dance within the body. Yesterday is within today. Yesterday never dies.

Everyone in the tribe believed in life after death and the spirit's ability to be reborn and live again in a new body. The undying soul was unquestioned. Did not the leaves fall off the tree and become part of the soil that nourished the tree which spouted new leaves?

Every season of life is an edition that corrects the one before and which will also be corrected itself until the definitive edition, which the publisher gives to the worms gratis.

Ogni stagione della vita è una nuova edizione, che corregge la precedente e sarà corretta a sua volta fino all'edizione definitiva, che l'editore dà in regalo ai vermi.

Some died, others were born

Death is contagious; it is contracted the moment we are conceived.

But there is something about Time. The sun rises and sets. The stars swing slowly across the sky and fade. Clouds fill with rain and snow, empty themselves, and fill again. The moon is born, and dies, and is reborn. Around millions of clocks swing hour hands, and minute hands, and second hands. Around goes the continual circle of the notes of the scale. Around goes the circle of night and day, the circle of weeks forever revolving, and of months, and of years.

And there's no getting around the fact that all life lives at the expense of another life.

The moon set. The sun rose.

Life is hidden in a day and a day is hidden in life.

The worm's bad luck is the bird's good fortune.