Quotes About Cycle

Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.

Twilight - a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.

When the two that share destiny part and reunite, beyond the frame of time, the ceased clock will awake and start to tick once again.

As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future -- a terrible festival of dead leaves.

Grief, as I read somewhere once, is a lazy Susan. One day it is heavy and underwater, and the next day it spins and stops at loud and rageful, and the next day at wounded keening, and the next day numbness, silence.

It was never meant to be permanent. You must have known the tide would come back in.

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven

Perhaps this is the most important thing for me to take back from beach-living: simply the memory that each cycle of the tide is valid; each cycle of the wave is valid; each cycle of a relationship is valid.

And I knew only what all men know, that the cycle of winter and spring and all growing things has within itself some sublime truth that restores without myth or language.

What in hell was mortality? Shitting, pissing, eating, and then the same cycle all over again!

In a real way, eternity is merely the living of one human lifetime after another.

If it's all connected, I don't like it," I muttered. "All this is too apocalyptic," I said. "I can live with the notion that this world is a Savage Garden, that things are born and die for random reasons, that suffering is irrelevant to the great brutal cycle of life. I can live with all that. But I don't think I can live with great overarching connections

It is the very nature of this world that all things are devoured and time is a mouth as bloody as any other.

The world devours the world to make the world

el dolor se hallaba en todas partes, que formaba parte del proceso de la vida en la misma medida que el nacimiento y la muerte.

All life seeks rebirth when removed from the mortal realm. All life, through its very nature, returns.

Of course. We go around and around in this world, and here we go again.

why did I have to keep learning this same thing over and over?

The world begins anew with every birth, my father used to say. He forgot to say, with every death it ends. Or did not think he needed to. Because for a goodly part of his life he worked in a graveyard.

The killer: our anxiety not only makes us miserable, but ruins the interaction. People smell it on you. They react to it. They're less likely to hire you or buy from you or have fun at your party. The very thing you are afraid of occurs, precisely because you are afraid of it, which of course makes the shenpa cycle even worse.

It sucks to be poor, and it sucks to feel that you somehow deserve to be poor. You start believing that you're poor because you're stupid and ugly. And then you start believing that you're stupid and ugly because you're Indian. And because you're Indian you start believing you're destined to be poor. It's an ugly circle and there's nothing you can do about it.

Is revenge a circle inside of a circle inside of a circle?

Scholars talk about the endless cycle of poverty and racism and classism and crime. But I don't see it as a cycle, as a circle. I see it as a locked room filled with the people who share my DNA. This room has recently been set afire and there's only one escape hatch, ten feet off the ground. And I know I have to build a ladder out of the bones of my fallen family in order to climb to safety.

Great pain is repetitive. Grief is repetitive.