Quotes About Cycle

It was a Tuesday in February. Many my life's most awful moments have taken place on Tuesdays. And what is February if not the Tuesday of the year?

Whatever the truth, science today agrees that everything is destined to return to Chaos. It calls this inevitable fate entropy: part of the great cycle from Chaos to order and back again to Chaos.

The moment when flowers and fruits are at their fullest and ripest is the moment that precedes their fall, their decay, their rot, their death.

Each moment, the world washes its hands of you, starts all over again. Easy as that. Wonderful as that.

This is a changing world. It changes from day to day, year to year, and from age to age. Rivers deepen their gorges as they carry more land to the sea. Mountains rise, only to be leveled gradually by winds and rain. Continents rise and sink into the sea. Such are the gradual changes of the physical earth as days add into years and years combine to become ages.

Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.

Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.

Death was no less a miracle than birth.

Sooner or later everything you thought you'd left behind comes around again. For good or ill, it comes around again.

Ka was like a wheel, its one purpose to turn, and in the end it always came back to the place where it had started.

Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow.

Ka works and the world moves on.

What's been tried once had been tried once before... and before... and before...

Everything goes away, Jack Sawyer, like the moon. Everything comes back, like the moon.

Life is a wheel, and it always comes back around to where it started.

History doesn't repeat itself, but it harmonizes, and what it usually makes is the devil's music.

We spread the time as we can, but in the end the world takes it all back.

Sooner or later, everything old is new again.

Ka was a wheel; it was also a net from which none ever escaped.

The wheel of ka turns and the world moves on.

The wheels of progress; sooner or later they took you back to where you started from.

Everything that goes around comes around, they say, and although I've never been able to figure out who the mysteriously wise sages known as they might be, they're certainly right when it comes to time-travel.

Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it had started.

Because everything that goes around comes around. Maybe it's luck or maybe it's fate, but either way, it comes back around.