Quotes About Cycle

It is time for me to be dead for a little while - and then live again.

The hours pass and the days and the months and the years, and the past time never returns.

Every idea has its time.

Time rolls his ceaseless course.

The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

Reincarnation is an apprehension of a movement and the movement occurs in time. Without time, there is no reincarnation. Reincarnation is a reflection of time in this world.

Reincarnation is happening all the time. Every moment we are going through a change. Our being isn't solid. Reincarnation is now.

Joy, in Nature's wide dominion, Mightiest cause of all is found; And 'tis joy that moves the pinion When the wheel of time goes round.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveler to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

When it's time to shuffle off this mortal coil, you leave your ashes to be composted.

Our last deed, like the young of the land crab, wends its way to the sea of cause and effect as soon as born, and makes a drop there to eternity.

The waves of time wash us all clean.

Vi è più d'una saggezza, e sono tutte necessarie al mondo: non è male che esse si alternino.

A]nd death is perhaps nothing more than giving birth to a soul.

All that blooms must fall.

And all his molecules were broken down into other molecules and they went into the earth and were eaten by worms and went into the plants and if we go and dig in the same place in 10 years there will be nothing except his skeleton left. And in 1,000 years even his skeleton will be gone. But that is all right because he is a part of the flowers and the apple tree and the hawthorn bush now.

Lo que de verdad pasa cuando te mueres es que tu cerebro deja de funcionar y el cuerpo se pudre, ... Todas sus moléculas se descompusieron en otras moléculas y pasaron a la tierra y se las comieron los gusanos y pasaron a las plantas. Si vamos y cavamos al cabo de 1000 años, hasta el esqueleto habrá desaparecido. Pero eso está bien, porque ahora forma parte de las flores y del manzano y del matorral de espino.

Is an ending really another beginning?

Wars never end warfare, they lay the groundwork for the next.

This is enough to begin: To know, before all the names and histories drape who we are, that we want to be held and left alone, again and again; held and left alone until the dance of it is how we survive and grow, like spring into winter into spring again.

Try as we will, we cannot escape the making of mistakes. But fortunately, the ever humbling cycle of growing strong roots comes from eating what grows from our own shit, from digesting and processing our own humanity. Like the buffalo, we are nourished by what sprouts from our own broken trail. What we trample and leave behind fertilizes what will feed us. No one is exempt.

Fish gotta swim and bird gotta sly; insects, it seems, gotta do one horrible thing after another.

My son, my son. When I had my son I would explain all that to him when he was starry enough to like understand. But then I knew he would not understand or would not want to understand at all and would do all the veshches I had done, yes perhaps even killing some poor starry forella surrounded with mewing kots and koshkas, and I would not be able to really stop him. And nor would he be able to stop his own son, brothers. And so it would itty on to like the end of the world...