Quotes About Cycle

What is life, but the gentle effacement of a tree shedding its leaves?

Even a good self will create another good self in the next life, and another one, and that good self will never be enlightened. You'll be bound, life after life, by good karma.

That seems to be the way of things. Everyone takes, everyone gives. Life is like that.

Without death and decay, how could life go on?

All I can say is, death is a part of life.

For death begins with life's first breath, And life begins at touch of death.

I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch.

Nothing in life is ritual.

Life and death live and die in exactly the same spot, the body. It is from there that both babies and cancers are born.

It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round.

Anyway, The Snack really helps me to understand that death is a part of our life. There is life, and there is darkness, always together.

The death of something living is the price of our own survival, and we pay it again and again. We have no choice. It is the one solemn promise every life on earth is born and bound to keep.

If a life goes down the toilet, it comes out in a river and meets the sea.

Without death there would be no awareness of life, and the recurring selection and renewal that has caused life's progress would be ended.

To death we owe our life; the passing of one generation opens a way for another.

All ends are temporary and all life is born from death.

The chain of life runs smoothly from one generation to the next and none of the links stand out except here and there a link one sees by accident.

The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

So much of the day was pointless repetitions, stacking things up and then knocking them down so you could pick them up again, driving back and forth over the same roads.

In eternity, there is no time for anything to happen, yet everything that has a beginning, has an end in time.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun.

Vision without money means heartaches; with money, it means achievement; and that means power; and that means money; and that means achievement; and so on, over and over and over.

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.

Birth and death are an event; however, between that, life is a process.