Quotes About Cycle

Economists report that a college education adds many thousands of dollars to a man's lifetime income - which he then spends sending his son to college.

If you're in pop music, you've got to deal with the changing of the guard every few years. By the time the '70s arrived, I was well aware of the cyclical nature of the game. Pop music is a creature of the moment; it thrives on the mood of its time. Either you hook into that or you're not going to be part of it.

I am a Leaper: a person who - thanks to some mathematical errors tied to the cosmic interactions of Earth and Sun and bad math on the part of some old timers long ago - is lost in time, born on a day that simply doesn't exist three out of four years.

Like gravity, karma is so basic we often don't even notice it.

Like gravity, karma is so basic we often don't even notice it.

As the blessings of health and fortune have a beginning, so they must also find an end. Everything rises but to fall, and increases but to decay.

Our story is over, though in its end lies its beginning.

We live to die, we die to eternally live.

From pulp you are and to pulp you shall return.

Children of those who have been incarcerated are five times more likely to go to prison than children of parents who have never been incarcerated. The sins of the father visiting the child.

In gardens, beauty is a by-product. The main business is sex and death.

The baby turns and stretches inside, and a house I thought had many rooms turns out to have just one, where birth and death duke it out to decide whose turn it is this time.

Bir dakika sonra ÅŸeftali olarak benden geriye hiçbir ÅŸey kalmam??t?. Oysa çekirdeÄŸim ne zaman ve nas?l yeÅŸermeye baÅŸlayaca??n? planl?yordu. Ben belirli zamanlarda ölüyor ve tekrar diriliyordum.

The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.

A hen is only an egg's way of making another egg.

All life is a rhythm," she said as I sat up. "All death is a rhythm suspended, a syncopation before life resumes.

Growing older I descend November. The asymptotic cycle of the year plummets to now. In crystal reveries I pass beneath a fixed white line of trees where dry leaves lie for footsteps to dismember. They crackle with a muted sound like fear. That and the wind are all that I can hear. I ask cold air, "What is the word that frees?" The wind says, "Change," and the white sun, "Remember." —from Electra

History is cyclic, not repetitive.

All life is a rhythm," she said as I sat up. "All death is a rhythm suspended, a syncopation before life resumes." She picked up my machete. "Play something." She held the handle out. "Make music.

Life is like a spiral. You will pass through every stage again and again, experiencing each stage from a higher and higher perspective.

Worlds on worlds are rolling ever From creation to decay, Like the bubbles on a river, Sparkling, bursting, borne away.

They would rise and fall and, in their falling, rise again.

Nothing remains the same. Everything moves on in the end. Even us. Death is nothing more than another change.

Everything was something else before and will be something else after.