Quotes About Cycle

Memory's a fickle thing. And sometimes we're doomed to repeat the things we've forgotten.

I am the Angel of Death to any kind of plant.

Matter begins evolving back to Spirit and, when it's reached, the whole process begins over again for the billionth time.

Time is like the ocean, always there, always different.

It's funny how it usually works out that I end up dying. It sort of works out, because by the time I die, I'm usually tired of working on that particular movie, so I look forward to it.

There is a time for everything - a time for being born and a time for coming of age. There is a time for death, too.

There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.

Nothing very very good and nothing very very bad lasts for very very long.

Time is the supreme Law of nature.

Then not only an old man, but also a drunkard, becomes a second time a child.

The so called "progress," "time marching on," is not a straight line, but a pendulum.

This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountain down.

There is a time for hello and a time for good-bye. It's why the act of burying thing seems natural, but the act of digging them up does not.

Day is the Child of Time, And Day must cease to be: But Night is without a sire, And cannot expire, One with Eternity.

There is a road that turning always Cuts off the country of Again. Archers stand there on every side And as it runstime's deer is slain, And lies where it has lain.

Sun and moon, sun and moon, time goes.

Time is a figure eight, at its center the city of Deja Vu.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.

Our linear concept of time means nothing to nature.

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.

Suppose time is a circle, bending back on itself. The world repeats itself, precisely, endlessly.

So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.

The moon puts on an elegant show, different every time in shape, colour and nuance.

Old Time, who changes all below, To wean men gently for the grave.